BROKE
RABBIT

In a forgotten corner of the city nobody talks about, a rabbit was born. No carrots. No warmth. No future. Not strong, not special — and no one thought anything would ever come of him.

He watched other rabbits from a distance — better food, softer places, brighter lives. He tried harder. Worked longer. Slept less. And still, life handed him nothing.

One question never stopped repeating in his mind: "How do I get out of here?" Not as a wish. Not as a prayer. As an obsession that separated him from everyone else.

He left the city. Thought everything would change. It didn't. The world outside was colder, harder. Every step forward — life dragged him back to zero.

Then his body stopped cooperating. Years of running on empty. He stood at a point where going back made no sense and going forward felt impossible. This is the moment most quit.

He had no hope. No strength. No plan. But something small stayed alive — one stubborn thought: "This is not where my story ends."