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[Fantasy #4] Newborn 6950

Tima EL, 5 mois.
1 min de lecture.

[Fantasy #4] Newborn

Tima EL, 3 j.
min de lecture.
**A long season had passed over the people of Nighthaven, cold and dark. Each day, they waited for the sun to rise from the great mountain, hoping it would pierce the gloom and lift their spirits. ** Season after season, they made the pilgrimage to the mountain, longing for the moment when the sun would shine again. They yearned for the light that would illuminate their sky, warm their homes, nourish their land, and bring life to every corner of their kingdom. One day, they were awakened by a deep, resonant sound. At first, they couldn’t place its source—it sounded like a glass cup dropped into solid water. Gradually, the sound grew louder, echoing from the direction of the mountain. It was a scream, and they wondered if it might be the cry of a person. As they drew closer, the scream softened, becoming more innocent, more childlike. Their eyes widened in astonishment, and they whispered, *"It’s a newborn."* Suddenly, the sun began to rise from the mountain where the newborn was. She began to laugh, and the warmth of the sun spread across Nighthaven, filling every corner. The flowers bloomed, and the birds soared from their nests, filling the sky with life. And they said,* "Our sky has found its sun!"*

[Fantasy #3] Newborn

Tima EL, 3 j.
min de lecture.
**A long season had passed over the people of Nighthaven, cold and dark. Each day, they waited for the sun to rise from the great mountain, hoping it would pierce the gloom and lift their spirits. ** Season after season, they made the pilgrimage to the mountain, longing for the moment when the sun would shine again. They yearned for the light that would illuminate their sky, warm their homes, nourish their land, and bring life to every corner of their kingdom. One day, they were awakened by a deep, resonant sound. At first, they couldn’t place its source—it sounded like a glass cup dropped into solid water. Gradually, the sound grew louder, echoing from the direction of the mountain. It was a scream, and they wondered if it might be the cry of a person. As they drew closer, the scream softened, becoming more innocent, more childlike. Their eyes widened in astonishment, and they whispered, *"It’s a newborn."* Suddenly, the sun began to rise from the mountain where the newborn was. She began to laugh, and the warmth of the sun spread across Nighthaven, filling every corner. The flowers bloomed, and the birds soared from their nests, filling the sky with life. And they said,* "Our sky has found its sun!"*

Newborn

Tima EL, 5 mois.
min de lecture.
**A long season had passed over the people of Nighthaven, cold and dark. Each day, they waited for the sun to rise from the great mountain, hoping it would pierce the gloom and lift their spirits. ** Season after season, they made the pilgrimage to the mountain, longing for the moment when the sun would shine again. They yearned for the light that would illuminate their sky, warm their homes, nourish their land, and bring life to every corner of their kingdom. One day, they were awakened by a deep, resonant sound. At first, they couldn’t place its source—it sounded like a glass cup dropped into solid water. Gradually, the sound grew louder, echoing from the direction of the mountain. It was a scream, and they wondered if it might be the cry of a person. As they drew closer, the scream softened, becoming more innocent, more childlike. Their eyes widened in astonishment, and they whispered, *"It’s a newborn."* Suddenly, the sun began to rise from the mountain where the newborn was. She began to laugh, and the warmth of the sun spread across Nighthaven, filling every corner. The flowers bloomed, and the birds soared from their nests, filling the sky with life. And they said,* "Our sky has found its sun!"*