From the ruins of what was once a house, a hand rose—not clutching a weapon, but an old key. This key was no longer for opening doors, but for opening the gates of memory: to the backyard where he once played, to the bedroom where fairy tales were read. This hand was proof that even though houses can be destroyed, the memories of childhood happiness within them will continue to be fought for.
Conceived by Kurator_Things, visualized with AI.
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