Wheeling Gull Isle and begged you not to leave

Unbeknownst to the young boy, half of his litter awoke that morning with the sudden development of a new sense: sight. Similar to little Luli, his eyes remained sealed shut, oblivious to the happenings going on around him. When he awoke, he relied, still, on his sense of touch—it guiding him towards his mother’s belly, where he eagerly sought out and latched onto His Teat. Before long, he was drifting off back to sleep, his grip unwavering.