The Sentinels lovecraft

For the first time, Emaleth wanted nothing from the Source but to be near it— there was no driving need as there had been before, such as food or warmth. Only the desire to be close, for she loved it with her whole and tiny heart. She relaxed into it, feeling heavy with contentedness, loving the hums that fell from dark lips. They were her name, but she did not yet know this— that understanding would come to her as the word was repeated. She only knew that these vibrations were comforting, and she cooed softly as she drifted to a hazy sleep.