The world had turned gray for 22-old Bright. The vibrant hues of his childhood, once painted with the laughter of his parents, were now washed away in a storm of grief. A bomb, a senseless act of violence, had ripped his family apart, leaving him an orphan. The whispers of fear and the lingering scent of smoke were all that remained of his home.

With a heart heavy with loss and a backpack filled with meager belongings,  Bright embarked on a perilous journey. His destination: a distant land where whispers of safety and opportunity echoed through the refugee camps. His only companion, a worn photograph of his parents, a silent testament to the love he carried within him.

Each step was a struggle, a testament to the resilience of his spirit. He walked through scorching deserts, navigated treacherous mountains, and endured the chilling indifference of strangers. Every night, under a sky filled with unfamiliar stars, he would clutch the photograph, whispering stories of his parents, their laughter, their dreams, and their love. It was a lifeline, a reminder of the life he had lost and the hope he clung to.

His journey was fraught with danger, a constant reminder of the fragility of life. But through it all, Bright held onto the strength his parents had instilled in him. He learned to navigate the labyrinthine world of refugees, relying on the kindness of strangers and the shared pain of those who had also lost everything.

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