Solen lies curled up in his cradle, the bottle of milk nestled against his chest. His tiny fingers grip it tightly even as he sucks quietly, his wide eyes staring upward. A soft coo escapes him, and the milk dribbles onto his chin as he wiggles, kicking the thin blanket that covers him. The cradle creaks faintly, rocking on its own, as though something unseen is keeping him company.
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