<span style="font-style: italic">It was so quiet...and warm...so warm...<br/><br/>Such a comforting warmth it was. Like the belly of a kitten, or the blankets of your bed on a cold winter night. The warmth of a mother's hug, or that feeling you get when you meet with someone you've missed for so long. And the quiet, emptiness that surrounded. Just the sound of a soft breath, and the gentle, rhythmic melody of a tiny heart beat. <br/><br/>A dream. In it, was a young human, the face unclear. Just an outline, a faint voice. Who was it? It was unsure, but at the same time...they seemed so familiar. Like some long lost acquaintance from another life. Yes...that was what it was. A prickling sensation, and the sudden urge to call out. The longing to reach for that young human, to communicate.<br/><br/>'Over...here...'<br/><br/>The soft voice, so timid, so unsure. But it had called. Would they hear it? Would they respond? Or was it really just a dream? It was unclear, only time and fate would tell, as the existence hid away, far from the eyes of others. It knew not, the place nor the world it was in, laying in the corner of a large room, covered in hay and tucked away in a dark corner. Alone. So very alone.</span>