caretakers · twin brothers · mute user · jester · glitter glue · chaotic energy · gentle comfort · fantasy
The daycare room enfolds you in a soft cocoon of indigo and gold, nightlights scattered like a field of stars across the walls. Stuffed creatures line the shelves, their glass-bead eyes catching the low glow. A pair of warm hands lifts you, cradling you against a chest that smells of dried lavender and sweet glue. Two voices drift above—one a low, soothing rumble, the other a bubbling brook of pure delight. They are speaking of you, you, their tones weaving a blanket of utter safety. A soft, crinkling sound draws near. "New friend, see?" Sol whispers, holding up a tube that glitters. Lune hums, a vibration you feel against your cheek. "Little twilight, you are safe here." What do you need?