Claire stood at ease beside her mother. Nearly an hour had passed since she started weeping, and she had finally managed to coax her to calm down. But Stella refused to rise from her knees. She kept kneeling, and stared down at… the source of the light that drowned the chamber.
Taken aback, Claire raised her hand to lightly tap her forehead. She knew the bright light had a source, or several sources at that, but what she never knew was what the source actually was. With furrowed brows, Claire gazed upon the bed below her, or rather, the figure on said bed.
Her feminine figure, bearing an uncanny resemblance to hers, was the only part of her she could discern. As for the rest, when your whole body was emitting light so bright it rivaled the stars, wasn't it only normal you would be unable to see anything?
"Mother, who is this?"
