THE GRAVE...

He held on tighter as if his grip could somehow pull her back from the brink.

Behind him, the newborn's cries pierced the room, as if sensing the mother's condition. The wails were filled with helplessness and sorrow, mingling with the tense air that hung over everyone

...

The night passed, and as the first rays of sunlight crept in, they gently touched the small crib. The baby, Kelin, slowly opened his purple eyes and wriggled his fingers.

The nanny, half-asleep beside him, didn't notice, but Kelin wasn't one to cry just because.

He looked around, curious about everything as if trying to understand this big new world he'd arrived in.

A soft breeze swept through the room, rustling his black hair.

His tiny hands reached out to catch it, waving aimlessly in the air, before turning his gaze to his fingers. He seemed fascinated, lost in his own little world.