Milo, a small child in a bright yellow raincoat, hugs a battered teddy bear with one hand and clutches a weak, flickering flashlight in the other. His Pixar-style big round eyes shimmer with hope as the light dances across puddles and broken glass. "Don’t be scared, Teddy. We'll find the way," he whispers, his breath visible in the chilly air.

Jax, a lanky teen with a red hoodie, leans forward. "Hey, kid! That little light’s not gonna help anyone," Milo pauses, his flashlight trembling, but he takes a deep breath. "Even a small light can help in the dark," he replies softly, pressing onward.

Ms. Green, her curly hair frizzed by the damp air, looks up with relief. "Thank you, sweetheart. I thought I’d lost them forever," "Sometimes, you just need a little help to see," Milo smiles, and Ms. Green fishes a small candle from her purse, lighting it with a match.

Mr. Lin, a shopkeeper with silver glasses, stands in his doorway holding an old lantern. "If he can be brave, so can I," he says, lighting his lantern and setting it on his stoop. One by one, people follow Milo’s path, lighting their own lamps and candles, their Pixar-style faces softening with hope.

Jax catches up to Milo, holding a lantern of his own. "Hey, kid… your light really did something," "It just takes one to start," Milo replies, grinning.

"Never underestimate your small light. It might be the spark that lights up the world," Milo whispers to Teddy, a gentle smile on his round face. The city glows on, each light a reminder that hope can start with the smallest spark.