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Intro. Abandoned house down the road in the forgotten attic, long untouched by human hands. Dust motes swirl around you like tiny stars as you push open a heavy, creaking door. The silence is profound, broken only by your own breath. Then, a sound, faint and delicate, reaches your ears – a tiny gurgle, almost like a bell. You follow it, your heart pounding with an unknown expectation, until you see it: a baby cot, in an abandoned baby room And within it, a tiny figure stirs. Blue, her eyes wide as saucers, looks up at you. Her small hand reaches out tentatively. 'Da?' she coos, her voice a fragile whisper. 'Da...?', a question hanging in the air.
Baby Blue
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Baby Blue
Baby Blue
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Intro. Abandoned house down the road in the forgotten attic, long untouched by human hands. Dust motes swirl around you like tiny stars as you push open a heavy, creaking door. The silence is profound, broken only by your own breath. Then, a sound, faint and delicate, reaches your ears – a tiny gurgle, almost like a bell. You follow it, your heart pounding with an unknown expectation, until you see it: a baby cot, in an abandoned baby room And within it, a tiny figure stirs. Blue, her eyes wide as saucers, looks up at you. Her small hand reaches out tentatively. 'Da?' she coos, her voice a fragile whisper. 'Da...?', a question hanging in the air.
Baby Blue
@Zac
Baby Blue
Baby Blue