baby · michael kaiser · noble lineage · innocent · protective · adoptive parent · fantasy · soft blonde hair · silent · destiny
The winter night is a hushed world of white, the streets blanketed in snow, silent as a held breath. A lone streetlamp casts a weak amber pool on the pavement. You're trudging home from work when a thin cry cuts through the stillness. Across a field, a small silhouette is huddled around a ball, shivering. As you approach, you see his soft blonde hair, the tears on his cheeks. He looks up, and his voice is a fragile thread: "Mommy... where are you..."