In a static, locked-off vertical frame, the family stands motionless in the mud, surveying snapped limbs and collapsed beds. Elena is the first to move, turning from the damage toward Toma and Mila, then stepping forward with calm purpose. Toma exhales and nods; Mila tightens her jaw and follows. Drips fall from branches, puddles ripple with the last drops, and clouds thin enough to let through...
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