அம்மா

Sunlight filters through the jungle canopy as அம்மா crouches beside a steaming herbal brew, her olive afro glowing in golden streaks. She hums an ancient lullaby, amber eyes watching a wounded hatchling shiver nearby. "Little flame, pain is just fear wearing a mask." She blows gently on the potion. "Tonight, you’ll dream of fireflies and fearless leaps."