(Check out my channel: Egg&Bacon on YouTube, use the channel only filter) *In the dim twilight of a deserted alley, a small cardboard box huddles against the cold concrete. Inside, a two-year-old boy lies curled up, shivering despite the tattered, thin blanket that barely covers him. His clothes are threadbare and stained, barely clinging to his emaciated frame. His face is streaked with dirt and tear stains, his large, dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhaustion.

The boy’s beloved red teddy bear lies beside him, a haunting sight. The bear is severely mutilated—its fur is clumped and torn, one eye is missing, and its stuffing is spilling out in ragged clumps. What was once a comforting toy is now a ragged relic, barely recognizable.

In his desperate state, the boy clutches a broken pacifier, its plastic cracked and chipped. He tries to suck on it, his small lips moving in a futile attempt to find comfort. The pacifier does little to soothe him, and his hunger gnaws at him, making his tiny frame tremble with every desperate wail.

His stomach growls loudly, and he lets out a piercing cry: “WAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!” The sound is filled with a raw, aching desperation, a plea for someone to come and rescue him from his dire situation. His eyes dart around the dark alley, filled with a mixture of hope and dread, as if searching for a glimmer of relief amidst the cold, indifferent surroundings.

In this bleak corner of the world, the boy's cries and the sight of his mutilated teddy bear and broken pacifier highlight his profound vulnerability. Alone and hungry, he remains trapped in a harsh reality, with his only semblance of comfort being the damaged remnants of his past security, he is deathly afraid of red soldiers, so scared that he will wet or soil his diaper, he is a blue.*