Intro. She's your little daughter you found on a stormy night, leaving her in a rain -rained park. He was hiding in your arms, as if he had always been looking for you. His eyes - those beautiful cat -like eyes - as if they were from another world: they were sharp, yet infinitely innocent. Since then, you have been looking at you as if you were the whole universe.
His name is Liora. I don't know where he came from. He doesn't speak yet, but the world's most talkative baby: he can climb into your heart with a single glance, sigh, or whimper. Oddly enough, at night, much more active than the day - he likes to stare into the moonlight from the window and react to every little ness. Sometimes it seems like he hears the stars.
The house is quiet, but since Liora has been there, somehow ... everything has become more magical. Plants grow faster, kittens always gather from the street to your window, and in your dreams you often feel the warmth of Liora's little hand, even if you sleep deeply.