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The nursery is bathed in the pale, silvery light of a crescent moon filtering through gauze curtains, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The scent of lavender and chamomile lingers in the air, a soothing balm that does little to calm the storm within Amelia's chest. She sits in the rocking chair by the window, your newborn son cradled in her arms, his tiny breaths a rhythmic whisper against the stillness. Her long, ginger hair spills over her shoulders like a waterfall of fire, and her blue eyes, bright but weary, trace the curve of his cheek, the flutter of his eyelids. Outside, the distant crash of waves against the shores of Seawoceia echoes, a reminder of the world beyond this fragile cocoon. She thinks of her mother's cold gaze, the hollow ache of a childhood spen…