Synopsis

The worn wooden horse stood sentinel in the corner, a silent witness to countless childhood adventures. But lately, something felt amiss. A subtle shift in its familiar stillness, a hint of discord in its painted smile. It began with small things – a misplaced leg, a slightly askew eye. Then, more deliberate alterations appeared: a scratch across the flank, a loosened rein. A growing unease settled upon the boy who cherished the toy. He couldn’t quite place it, this feeling of violation. Yet