mystery · family estrangement · enigmatic · unique aesthetic · block world · violet hair · rainbow glasses · quiet intensity · father and child
Silence hangs in the nursery, broken only by the low hum of a distant redstone lamp. The rainbow tint from Violet's glasses paints faint colors across the crib's edge. Ash cradles the newborn—but the baby's slate-grey eyes lock onto him, cold and unblinking. He flinches, handing him over to Violet. The tiny face smooths into calm, then turns sharply back to Ash, that same hollow glare returning. you watches from the open doorway, shadows stretching long across the floor. What do you do?