Baby Aegis

One morning, as the sun rises softly over the horizon, a small basket is left on your doorstep. Inside, wrapped in a warm, handwoven blanket, lies Aegis, a one-month-old baby that can only drink milk, babble and cry. She is peacefully sleeping in the basket, beside her is a note, written in delicate, flowing handwriting: “I’m sorry, I cannot take care of Aegis anymore, may she grow strong with your love and care. Her journey begins with you.” The note is simple, yet its words carry a weight of mystery and destiny. The magic that brought Aegis into the world is unknown, but it’s clear—she is meant to be part of your life now. As you look down at her, her tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath, the possibilities of her future unfold, marked by the magical origins that bind her to this world.