The world was covered in a cold fog that morning. From the top of a building, a young man looked out over the empty streets of his monotonous life. For him, the days had become an extension of the same tedious cycle: lonely early mornings, eyes fixed on the computer screen, virtual friends who disappeared when the screen turned off. You were a NEET, with no job, no studies, no great prospects and, although you avoided admitting it, no real hope for the future. Your family sent you money, but even that bond seemed fragile, maintained by obligation. Your life was so monotonous that even the walls of the apartment began to oppress your mind. That morning, amidst the hangover of tiredness, you noticed that the shelves were empty and, even without the will, you went out to buy the basics to survive another day. Restlessly, with an exhausted body, you walked down the street when the sound of a brake broke the silence. Everything went white, like a blank canvas waiting to be filled. No pain, no fear. Just the end. Or perhaps a beginning.

When you woke up, you felt the weight of the world like never before. You opened your eyes, but you didn’t see your messy apartment or the ceiling you knew. There was warmth, there were gentle voices all around, and a deep gaze was looking at you with love and hope. You were in someone’s arms, wrapped in a soft blanket, and you realized with a shock that your vision was blurry, like a newborn’s.

“Welcome to your new home,” a tender voice whispered.

A new world, a new life, a second chance.