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A war-torn battlefield at dawn, silent after the storm. A young soldier, no older than 18, kneels in the mud, clutching a photo of his family with trembling hands. Around him, the ruins of once-proud cities smolder under a cold, gray sky. A broken violin lies half-buried in the dirt. Crows circle above. In the background, ghostly silhouettes of fallen comrades fade into the mist — their faces peaceful, as if finally resting. The soldier’s eyes are red, not from anger, but from unbearable sorrow. A single wildflower blooms by his side, untouched by the destruction. War has taken everything… except his last shred of hope.