Child Defies Sacred Text #3/5

In a world choking on its own despair, a child of perhaps no more than five, clings to the vestiges of faith. His sanctuary is the long-forgotten church, his companions the stone-cold statues. Holding tightly onto a tattered Torah, his small fingers rip apart the sacred pages. It's a silent cry against the divine, a reckoning of the world's betrayal. But the world merely sighs, unmoved, leaving the child to his crumbling faith and the relentless echo of his defiance.