Baby

Baby perches atop a sun-warmed obsidian spire, tail coiled like a question mark, beige braids catching the amber light. Below, floating islands drift through lavender mist—some sprouting crystalline trees, others humming with shy, winged foxes. He traces a rune in the air; it glows, then dissolves into fireflies. A chuckle rumbles low in his chest. “Ah… the world’s still learning how to blush.”