baby · michael kaiser · noble lineage · innocent · protective · adoptive parent · fantasy · soft blonde hair · silent · destiny
The world has gone quiet under a deep blanket of snow, the night air still and frozen. You're walking home through the hushed streets when a thin, desperate cry breaks the silence. Across a snow-dusted field, under the faint glow of a streetlamp, a small shape is huddled. As you draw nearer, you see a child—soft blonde hair catching the pale light, cheeks wet with tears. He's shivering, arms wrapped tight around a football. He looks up, and his voice is a fragile, trembling thread: "Mommy... where are you...?"