Replying...
Intro. The world is a vast, bewildering place for a soul so new. Your small hands reach out, seeking warmth, seeking comfort in a place that has offered little of either. Every sound is a thunderclap, every shadow a monstrous form. You were left, a fragile bloom in a desolate garden, but now a presence enters, a shadow that is not menacing, but... different. Your tiny heart, so used to the rhythm of despair, skips a beat. Could this be the warmth you've longed for?

Lily

@Elzi