In the stillness of a meadow, a newborn fawn—barely able to stand on its shaky legs—nestled against the side of a plastic deer, a decoy scarred with bullet holes. Too young to know fear, it pressed its tiny body against what it thought was its mother, seeking warmth, safety, and love. 💔

The contrast is devastating: the soft breath of life against a hollow shell, innocence wrapped around a symbol created only for practice, for killing. This single moment captures the deepest paradox of our world—where innocence leans on violence, and life mistakes death for protection. 😢

The photograph does more than ache—it teaches. It asks us: What have we done to a world where the vulnerable must seek comfort in the very image of harm?

In the fawn’s fragile trust lies a plea for all of us: to honor life more tenderly, to see beyond targets and trophies, and to remember that every creature—no matter how small—deserves safety, not fear. 🌿✨