╰┈➤ project ┊ instructions press green flag for music and art, make sure to turn your volume up! enjoy <3 ╰┈➤ chameleon ┊ prologue Far into the distance, Samuel sees something! To his utter shock, it’s a little child! A little girl! He, dumbstruck, runs over to the maple tree, under the shade of which the little girl is lying in her small pink cot on the green grass, continuously glaring at the blue morning sky, smiling and chuckling. Samuel’s an enthusiastic man around the age of thirty. He has brown hair, a little mustache, and is wearing a tracksuit. He lives in a small house in Flagstaff, with his wife Martha. Martha’s an optimistic woman, and about a few years younger than Samuel. Martha and Samuel, in their tracksuits, are jogging in the park, at a time around 7 in the morning. “What is it, Samuel? What did you see?”, his wife asks, concerned. She walks over to the tree, and as soon as she sees the beautiful baby girl, she starts staring at it in horror. The girl was around the age of two. She had shiny black hair, tied into two little pigtails. She had clear, fair skin, and rosy, peach lips. The girl wore a really small, blue dungaree and tiny, pink, cloth shoes. The cot she was lying in had a name tag on it that said “Xenith”. “Xenith!”, Samuel mouths the name tag. Martha suddenly snaps out of it. “Oh, my lord! Who would’ve left their baby girl here?”, she exclaims. “I don’t know, Martha! But just look at how beautiful this baby is! Should we adopt her?” “Samuel! What are you talking about? We should try to find her parents first!”, she gives a worried look. Meanwhile, the girl, unconcerned, finds a colorful little butterfly to play with. She starts chuckling and making sounds. Martha leans down at the cot. She sees a note beside a transparent baby feeder which has a pink cap and a pink handle. She picks the note up and notices that the handwriting is very scribbly. She starts reading it out loud. “This is Xenith’s father. Her mother doesn’t have the courage to farewell her daughter. We love our daughter more than anything! We wouldn’t just leave her under a tree in a park, but we have to… We can no longer afford to raise our children. Our country is at war, and our financial condition is at the worst... Our daughter Xenith is as delicate as a flower. We hope that whoever finds her will treat her the best. We want to meet her when she is older than 15, would that ever be possible? Sending all our love your way, Xenith! We will never forget our daughter! Signed, William.” “Pain and sorrow are clearly visible in the letter!”, exclaims Martha mournfully. “We’re gonna treat her just the way her parents would!”, Samuel says. After all, Samuel and Martha didn’t have a family either. “Look at the girl’s eyes!”, exclaims Martha. The girl’s eyes were not just of any ordinary color! ╰┈➤ project ┊ credits music :: fancy - twice novelette :: mysteries of the white island art :: all me but hair base by author :: me ()
