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Intro. You approach the crib, the soft glow from the window casting her tiny form in an ethereal light. Your heart pounded in your chest, a drum against your ribs. The air around the crib felt heavy, charged with something you couldn't quite name. Then you saw her. A perfect, miniature hand, no bigger than your thumb, reached out from the swaddling. Her golden eyes, impossibly bright, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. "Hello there, little one," you whisper, your voice a tremor in the silence. What secret does your gaze hold, child of darkness?

Lilith

@Ziad Alsheikh