The baby's cries pierce the otherwise tranquil air, their face scrunched up with distress. Shafts of sunlight filter through the coconut fronds, dappling the baby's soft blanket and the dew-damp grass. The only other sound is the distant call of a koel bird, echoing across the quiet village.

Milo[/@ch_1], a small monkey with expressive eyes and soft, realistic fur, notices the baby. He pauses mid-leap, clinging to a slender branch, his gaze fixed on the scene below. A close-up reveals Milo's face—the furrows of concern between his brows, the alertness flickering in his warm, brown eyes.] Milo studies the crying child, his head tilting slightly. He glances quickly left and right, as if weighing what to do. The lush foliage behind him blurs into a sea of green, drawing all focus to his worried expression.

Milo[/@ch_1] gently descends from the tree and approaches the baby, his movements slow and deliberate. He settles beside the child, sitting upright in the grass, his tail curled around his feet. The sunlight glows warmly on his fur as he makes soft, comforting gestures, reaching out a gentle hand to stroke the baby's arm.] The baby's cries falter, then soften, as Milo stays close and emits quiet, soothing sounds. A sense of calm envelops the roadside, the hush broken only by the soft rustle of leaves. Milo glances back toward the road, his body tense with protective purpose.

Milo[/@ch_1] suddenly springs to his feet and darts toward the narrow road, waving his arms with urgency. The sunlight flashes on his fur as he leaps in front of a passing motorbike, then a small car. Both vehicles screech to a halt, their drivers staring in confusion as Milo frantically gestures back toward the grass.] "Oye! What is that monkey doing?" one driver calls to the other, worry flickering across his face. The villagers, noticing the commotion, begin to gather, drawn by the unusual sight.

Milo[/@ch_1] lingers at the edge of the scene, his eyes bright with watchfulness as he ensures the baby is safe.] A woman in a blue sari cradles the baby, rocking it softly, while a man pats Milo on the head in gratitude. "Who would have thought—a monkey would save the day," he murmurs, awe in his voice.

Milo[/@ch_1] gives one last look over his shoulder. With the sunlight dappling his back, he slips quietly into the lush green forest, disappearing among the swaying coconut trees.] On-screen text fades in, framed by the golden afternoon light: “Humanity exists everywhere.”