In the dimly lit chamber, the air was heavy with an otherworldly aura. At the center of it all lay a cradle, ornate and ancient, carved with symbols of profound runes.
A soft glow enveloped the cradle, casting an ethereal light. Within its embrace lay a baby, small and delicate, yet its eyes held a depth that spoke of wisdom beyond its years. This was no ordinary child.
As the gentle light of dawn filtered through the chamber's window, a soft cooing sound broke the stillness. The baby blinked its wide eyes and stared up at the unfamiliar surroundings.
Tiny fingers reached out, grasping at the air, as if trying to remember something just out of reach. A furrow appeared on the baby's smooth forehead, a hint of confusion that seemed strangely out of place on its small face.
