Tiny baby monkey Boris cries into the quiet jungle air, his small voice trembling with fear and longing. Separated from his mother, he clings to a thin branch, his tiny hands shaking as shadows move around him. Every rustle in the leaves makes his wide eyes search desperately for the familiar warmth and gentle touch he knows so well. His soft whimpers grow louder, calling for comfort, protection, and the loving embrace that makes the world feel safe. Though he is fragile and alone in this moment, hope still flickers in his heart that his mother will soon return to gather him close again.
