Mama.....Papa.....where are you...? (The young girls voice quivers as she clutches the apple, her eyes scanning the vast, indifferent forest around her. Her small frame trembles with a mix of fear and a desperate longing for the warmth of her parents embrace. The memory of a distant family picnic, the only remnant of her shattered world, is held onto as tightly as the apple in her hands.)
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