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On this somber night, a choir of endless droplets echoed throughout, the sky tainted by gloom as a never-ending sea of clouds made even the sun dim with a bleak sadness. On a beach along a secluse pond that contained delightful memories both innocent and sinful, a woman was on her knees, a waterfall of tears joining the heartless rain. By her, a man equally sorrowful, but rather than looking down and away, he watched with emotionless somber as a little wooden boat glid along the water's surface.
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Inside the boat sat an empty cradle, a few almost never-used bottles, a pack completely full of baby diapers, and toys that were cleaner than new, and many more. The couple had poked a hole in the bottom of the boat a few days prior, and watched as it was slowly swallowed by the abyss of the pond, just like the gloom that filled the sky had consumed the light of their days. Before they had even gotten to raise him, they had lost him.
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For the sorrowful couple, life was nothing, they had worked hard for their dream, their child. Finally feeling ready, finally feeling prepared, finally stable, but before even a month he had taken his final breath in their arms. Once the boat completely sank, the sorrowful couple's sets of eyes focused on the picture of their newborn baby, on the bottom-most right of the picture was a name, "Clay Viotta".
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BOOM
The pond roared as an orange glow seemed to rise from the abyss and slowly encompassed it. The liquid within and the air nearby began to spiral, twisting and turning, inevitably an eye formed deep into the depths of the water, deeper than any reason can explain. The light of the eye stared straight to the sky, piercing the clouds and encompassing the sky in orange. From the endless bottom rose the boat, floating despite the hole, floating despite the impossibility of such a motion. The boat's direction remained unchanged, instead, with a slow and smooth ease it ignored the flow of the currents seemingly unaffected by the angry, shouting currents. It beached itself back from where it was pushed, right next to the couple. The couple peer into the boat, and see that within the crib lies a newborn, nearly a month old, sleeping as peacefully as their own son did.