Surreal Volition
In the nursery, a gentle figure sat, cradling a baby in her arms. The soothing scent of lavender drifting through the air as the last remnants of daylight faded away.
Shadows danced on the walls, created by the flickering of a single candle that stood on a nearby table, casting a soft, golden light over the room.
The figure, a mother, began to hum a familiar melody. Her voice low and tender, resonating with love and warmth. The baby's eyes, round and curious, fixated on her face, as if entranced by the soothing sound. Gradually, the hum had turned into soft words as she had begun to sing a lullaby passed down through generations.
"♫ ~Fate and Time, with grip firm and tight,
Charted our path with designs, not in sight.
Their threads of destiny, a tapestry to unfurl,
A journey of life, in melancholy, to whirl."
Her voice like a balm, wrapping around the child like a warm embrace, seeping into every corner of the room. As the lullaby had unfolded, the baby's eyelids become heavier, slowly succumbing to the pull of slumber.
"♫ ~ Oh, Fate and Time, why so callous,
Your agenda not aligned with the heart's zealous.
Your tides of life, a fateful wave,
Against our dreams, they often deprave."
The mother gently swayed as she sang, rocking the baby in a tender rhythm that mimicked the comforting beat of her own heart. As the last notes of the lullaby lingered in the air, the baby's eyes finally closed, succumbing to a peaceful sleep.
"♫ ~ But in the face of such adversity,
We must acquiesce, a life of diversity.
Challenges to face, with valor and trust,
To rise from the abyss, a resurgence from dust."
"♫ ~ Oh, Fate and Time, why so capricious,
Your machinations, often deleterious.
Yet we persist, with fortitude and gleam,
To reach our destiny, and fulfill our dream."
The mother gazed at her child for a moment longer, planting a soft kiss on the baby's forehead before tucking the tiny body under a warm, cozy blanket.
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CrimsonSelf · Fantaisie
