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"Hopes, Dreams, Wishes, Miracles... They are all a part of the new world. It falls to all of you to shape it..."
As the mystery of the new year is unraveled, so do former and new calamities emerge. The existence of Kivotos and ev...
Young Voice: Mom. Big sis is messing with the freeloader girl again.
Motherly Voice: Thank you, Ana. I'll be right there. Geez, looks like our eldest daughter is picking a fight with our guest again, cat and canine the two of them... Why can't they get along? Taking care of six daughters isn't easy, well, plus one new friend. You don't mind, right dear?
???:
- "As long as she's of use to me."
Motherly Voice: (pouting expression) Mmm... there you go again with that blunt attitude. You are not going to be popular with them if you keep that up. Then again, it's that same strong personality I feel in love with. And... I bet right now, it's the kind of Sensei they need in these hard times... But I'm not worried. After all, they are our daughters, and they'll treat the next one just the same, because she's my flesh and blood.
Motherly Voice: Also, you know what? I have a feeling she'll love that face I made. *chuckle* (leaves the room)
???:
- Put away the mask.
???: WAHH!!! WAHHH!!!
[The dream skips forward into the future. The scene transitions at night in the same room where the cradle is. The once bright and shiny baby room has deteriorated, the decorated walls peeled down, the furniture in the corners of the room destroyed, and debris shattered across the floor. All that is left untouched and undamaged is the baby chandelier and the cradle. A dark silhouette sits in the far corner of the room as the sound of a baby crying continues to echo through the night...]
Crying baby: Wahh!!! Wahh!!
[As the dark silhouette sits in the corner, distant memories of a Motherly Voice can be heard in the dream...]
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Motherly Voice (distant memory): It's almost time. I can feel it...
Crying baby: Wahh!! Wahh!!
Motherly Voice: It's all right to cry, to grieve for me... It's what makes you so special... because you have a heart.
