Ouroboros Spine aliitchuk ⌖

Callyope was a mimick.

To greet the world the way her mother greeted her, the sharp sound a babe's first cries as she repeated the long low wail her mother had summoned her from.

But it was short lived.

These moments would be her loudest in life as she fell into content silence. Mouth too full of sweet nectar to cry any longer. Body warming once more at the side of her mother and tucked along sister.

By the time brother arrived, she was drunk on the nectar. Prepared to settle into slumber alongside sister. Only to feel gentle jostles of her mother, sounds that were nothing more than vibrations to the deaf newborn.

Briefly, she squirmed, before she settled once more.

Mimicking the comforted silence in these post-birth moments.