In the somber halls of the minor noble house, a newborn's cry echoes, signifying the arrival of a new member in the household. Unaware of the world she now inhabits, Astrid's tender presence brings both joy and apprehension to her family. Lana Cedric De Custodis, a lady of grace and poise, cradles her daughter, with a mix of wonder and exhaustion, while her husband, Alvey Custodis, looks at the scene with a sense of love and pride, accompanied by his son Alaric Custodis, who observes his sister with a sense of fascination and wonder.
As Astrid begins her journey in this new life, her past memories linger like distant echoes. Her experiences as Silas Das, a soul plagued by depression and lacking familial love, remain obscured by the haze of infancy. As a baby, her understanding of the world is limited to basic biological needs and the sensations of warmth envelop her in her mother's embrace, the gentle touch of the household retainers, and the soft lullabies that soothe her to sleep. Her consciousness is a tapestry of sights, sounds, and emotions that she cannot yet comprehend with the complexities of the world she is born into.
In her early days, Astrid's perception is confined to the present moment as her tiny brain weaves together fragmented experiences. The noble house hums with daily routines and activities, and she is an unwitting observer to the tensions and struggles simmering beneath the surface yet remaining unknown.
Though Astrid's brother, Alaric, is five years older, his presence is both comforting and intriguing to her. As a baby, she cannot fully grasp the intricacies of their familial dynamics, but she recognizes the affectionate gestures directed her way.
As she rests in her cradle or lies in her mother's arms, Astrid contemplates her existence with a simple yet profound curiosity. She feels an inexplicable connection to her family, an instinctual bond that transcends her current understanding.
In these quiet moments of contemplation, Astrid's past memories are faint echoes in the vast expanse of her developing mind. While she cannot articulate her past experiences as Silas Das, traces of her former self remain like ripples on the surface of a pond.
Her days blend together as she cycles between eating, sleeping, and brief moments of wakefulness. The world around her is a symphony of colors and shapes, and she gazes with wonder at the faces of her family members, though she cannot yet comprehend their significance.
As her baby brain and body grow, Astrid's perception of the world will expand, and the complexities of her noble house will gradually become apparent. But for now, she is a young soul experiencing life through the lens of innocence and curiosity, embracing the love and care bestowed upon her.