On the warm forest floor, a tiny baby monkey curls into itself, a soft bundle of breath and fur. Moonlight filters through leaves, painting silver freckles across the ground. The night hums with distant insects and the low, patient creak of trees, but the little one sleeps through it all, trusting the earth to cradle its dreams. Each slow rise of its chest feels like a promise that the world is gentle enough, at least for this moment. Dew gathers on moss nearby, and the forest seems to lean in, quiet and kind, guarding this small, peaceful heartbeat until dawn.
