Noctisardor Bypass Birdsong

The boy's birth was, to him, a quick affair. There was darkness, and then there was more darkness, but in this new darkness, there was scents, scents that barely registered in his tiny mind. There was nothing to him, and he was still soon after being birthed, within the tiny birthing sac that had housed him for so long, without any great desire to breathe, to move. not yet, not when it was so much easier to simply lie here. living was a busy, strenuous affair, which required breathing and moving and feeding. he did not know this, yet, but stayed still within his sac, unaroused by the violence of birth.