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"Uwa, uwa..." the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, shattering the previously tense silence and infusing the air with newfound life. The cry echoed like a gentle melody, transforming the atmosphere into a realm of boundless joy.

The mother, her heart brimming with overwhelming joy, gazed in awe at the miracle of the newborn before her. Tears of emotion streamed down her cheeks as she experienced a love and wonder beyond words.

While the mother was captivated by the moment, the husband stood by her side, ready to assist. With tender affection, he carefully cleansed the baby, his rough hands conveying both gentleness and devotion. He embraced his role as a father, prepared to provide protection and unconditional love for his family.

The nuns acted swiftly in their assistance as well. They diligently tidied the room, removing any traces of the labor process, creating a serene and comforting environment for the mother and her precious newborn. Together, they celebrated this birth, imbuing every corner of the room with warmth and joy. This moment marked the beginning of an extraordinary journey for this little family.

...

After the two nuns excused themselves and left the room, only three individuals remained. The atmosphere was filled with warmth, as familiar conversations filled the air.

"You know, she bears a striking resemblance to you with her red hair and amber eyes. She truly inherited a lot from you," the husband remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of jealousy.

"Don't say that, Kellan. Her nose resembles yours," the wife replied, offering a gentle smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Hahaha, that's true. I am her father," Kellan chuckled. He understood that his wife's words didn't quite align with reality, but he chose to adopt such a perspective to preserve their happiness.

"Of course, of course. Have you thought of a suitable name for her?" Lyla, his wife, asked with hopeful anticipation.

"Hmm, it's challenging, Lyla," Kellan replied, his expression thoughtful. Selecting the perfect name for their baby was no simple task.

"It's alright, we still have time to consider," Lyla responded with a gentle smile. She wanted to provide him with the time and space to decide with a tranquil heart.

...

[Daniel's POV]

It has been over a week since my rebirth. Finally, I have been liberated from the confinement that restricted my movements. Although the conditions there weren't as dire as I previously described, the lack of control and confinement weighed heavily on my spirit, leading me to feel depressed. When I was finally released, tears of happiness flowed from my eyes. It was a cathartic cry of relief.

In the days following my birth, many people visited to congratulate my parents. They engaged in conversations, and although I couldn't comprehend their words, the atmosphere felt familiar and warm. Their language sounded foreign to my ears, yet it carried a sense of familiarity as well.

Even though I couldn't communicate or express my desires clearly, the people around me seemed to understand the meaning behind my cries. Whether I was hungry or in need of assistance, all I could do was cry, and my cries became a language that demanded attention, conveying my needs. However, amidst this situation, there is also a "need" that bruises my pride. I believe you understand what I mean, so I won't delve further into it. Unfortunately, my capabilities are limited at the moment. I can't even lift my own head, still bound by the physical limitations that confine me.

During moments like these, I can only yearn for time to pass swiftly. I long for the days when I will have full control over my body, when I can move freely and engage in activities with the freedom that now feels so distant. I eagerly anticipate gaining complete control over my physical self.

...

[3rd person POV] In the heart of a village nestled on the border of two grand kingdoms, the arrival of spring brought with it a captivating radiance. The once snow-covered landscape gradually melted, heralding a fresh start. Trees that had stood barren and withered now sprouted vibrant green shoots. Thick foliage emerged, transforming the scenery into a lush tapestry of greens.

But it wasn't just the trees that embraced the season's awakening. Along the village roadside, an array of blossoms bloomed, painting a picturesque display that captured the hearts of all passersby. Colorful buds sprung forth, illuminating the surroundings with their brilliance and symbolizing life's resurgence after a cold and frosty winter.

As the new season unfolded, the villagers congregated at the village center, radiating warmth and camaraderie. Smiles abounded as they exchanged greetings, shared stories, and discussed plans for a brighter future. This affable ambiance fostered strong bonds among the community.

Yet, all eyes soon turned to a particular family that arrived. Comprising three individuals, the family was led by a brown-haired man, evidently the patriarch. Accompanying him was a resplendent woman with neatly tied red hair, cradling in her arms a baby adorned with the same captivating hue.

The family's arrival not only captivated the attention of the villagers but also evoked a palpable sense of reverence from everyone present. The deep respect conveyed suggested that the newcomers held considerable influence among the villagers. Despite the reception they received, the couple maintained a humble demeanor, warmly smiling and greeting the villagers first.

"Good morning, everyone," greeted Kellan with warmth.

"Good morning, Mr. Kellan. Good morning, Mrs. Lyla," the villagers replied politely.

Hearing their response, Kellan couldn't help but offer a wry smile. He had anticipated their words, yet deep down, he hoped for the day when they would address him and his wife without the formalities of "Mr." and "Mrs." On the other hand, Lyla simply responded with a gentle smile, understanding Kellan's sentiments.

"Is everyone here?" Kellan inquired, attempting to break the ice.

"Yes, sir. You were the final one to arrive," replied one of the elder villagers.

"My apologies for the delay, Mr. Magnus," Kellan expressed with respect and regret in his voice.

"Hohoho, no problem at all, sir," Mr. Magnus responded with a wide smile, followed by merry laughter from the other villagers.

"Very well, let us commence the ceremony," Kellan declared with enthusiasm. Stepping into the center of the crowd, he prepared himself to lead the proceedings.

Leaving his son and wife behind, Kellan ascended a small wooden podium, positioning himself in front of the gathered villagers. With a composed presence and a vibrant voice, he commenced his speech.

"Greetings, all! Today, I stand before you with a heart brimming with joy as we welcome the arrival of spring. Just as the flowers bloom after a long winter, let us come together to celebrate the reawakening and beauty that surrounds us..." Kellan spoke with fervor, his words resonating through the air and touching the hearts of each listener. The villagers listened attentively, their expressions reflecting a shared sense of camaraderie, fostering a strong community bond.

Kellan continued his address, vividly describing the natural wonders embracing the village, emphasizing the power and beauty that can be achieved through collective efforts. He expressed his hopes for a promising future, envisioning the village's growth and progress.

Through his impassioned speech, Kellan succeeded in igniting passion and pride within every villager. They felt united, supporting one another and sharing a common vision for a brighter tomorrow. The village atmosphere brimmed with a profound sense of community and optimism, rendering the ceremony an unforgettable moment for all who attended.

Observing her husband deliver his impassioned speech, Lyla couldn't contain the swell of pride and joy in her heart. A radiant smile graced her beautiful countenance, and a delicate blush colored her cheeks, signifying her deep happiness. Her gaze tenderly shifted between her baby in her arms and Kellan.

The baby, with captivating amber-colored eyes, attentively observed Lyla and then Kellan with genuine interest. Though a smile could not be seen upon the baby's tiny lips, her eyes blinked, revealing a remarkable comprehension for one so young, leaving the impression that she understood the significance of the moment and sensed her parents' emotions.

Lyla's heart warmed at the baby's response. She sensed the profound bond between herself, the baby, and Kellan. Her warm smile only grew more luminous as she beheld the serious and contemplative expression mirrored on their baby's face. She cherished this precious and meaningful moment as a true testament to their connection and love.