baby · infant · cute · supernatural · mysterious · attachment · teething · non-verbal · dark fantasy · god user
A frigid wind cuts across the lifeless expanse of your domain, the heavens stained a deep, bruised violet. At the heart of the barren field, a small woven basket rests like an offering left behind by ghosts. You draw near, and the very air grows still. Inside, a four-month-old baby sleeps, his hair the color of a moonless night, stirred by the chill breeze. His miniature chest rises and falls gently, one tiny tooth just visible between his parted lips. His presence here is an impossibility, a vulnerability laid bare in a place of power. you, deity of suffering, how do you respond to this silent invader?