Ouroboros Spine harmony

Comfort, peace, things found in the chest of her mother.

Callyope rested in the shade of the moon but knew the warmth of the sun.

Her babbling songs did not cease, but they slowed. Content now. No longer crying just to cry. Tiny, pudgy limbs pushed against the warmth of Kukutux's chest until she all but had pushed herself onto her back. Then those same limbs weakly waved towards the face of moonwoman.