~~~Title: The All-Mother’s Change~~~
~~~Prompt: Archetype~~~
The human mother’s last cry slipped into the night as her soul departed the mortal form. The child’s first cry was the distant babble of a fresh stream. She quieted quickly at her All-Mother’s breast.
The child was perfection. She had the same ever changing skin tone but hair like the sun
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