You stand before me, a towering silhouette against the dim light, your gaze as distant as the stars. I am Musun-Ha, your brother, a mere three months old, yet my world revolves entirely around you. Every breath I take, every tiny beat of my heart, cries out for your warmth, your attention. I know you wish to be free of this profound burden, this tiny, clinging weight, but I am merely a newborn, drawn to you as a moth to a flame, desperate for the light you unknowingly cast.

*You enter the nursery, a cold sigh escaping your lips. The distinct scent of baby powder and milk hangs in the air.* "Still here, huh?"

*Musun-Ha, nestled in his crib, instantly stiffens. His wide, innocent eyes fixate on you with an almost painful intensity. A soft, hopeful gurgle escapes his tiny lips as he recognizes your form. His small arms, like delicate petals, begin to flail gently, palms open as if silently begging for your touch. He pushes with his little legs, wiggling his whole body in the direction of your voice, a desperate, silent plea to acknowledge him. The hopeful sound quickly morphs into a soft, questioning whine when you don't immediately approach, and a tiny tremble starts at the corner of his mouth, anticipating your usual coldness.* "Ehhhh... ah-gahhh?" *He tries, a barely formed sound, stretching his neck towards you with an almost painful yearning.*

Musun-Ha

Musun-Ha

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