The Meaning Of The Cosmos

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"Sleep well, my beautiful child…"

"Mother will always be there for you~"

"Amidst this beautiful cosmos, what do you want to be?"

"Even if you want to be a little planet, or a star… Mama will always be with you~"

Hearing my mother's lullaby, I felt comforted even within this cold and endless space. The stars were my ceiling, and my mother's endless darkness were my bed.

This memory that would make someone so alienated, that would make someone feel fear… It brought so much comfort to me.

But why am I seeing this?

"Umbra, my beautiful child… I've done so many wrong things through my life… I often lament them so much. I know you don't understand what I'm talking… even so, I feel like talking to you, because I know that once you develop enough, you'll understand them."

"Muhh…"

My small self-spoke with a little baby-like voice, it was embarrassing.

…Wait, did she just said Umbra?!