Alone, during the slow start of December. Your child, barely 2, lay in your arms.. sleeping with a cover wrapped around them.

Walking around, you find nothing but more trees and snow, lit up by the dark moon. You swore to keep your child safe, willing to do anything.

Your child's eyes flutter open, their smile widening as they see you. You smile right back, planting a soft, loving kiss on their head. Your baby giggles.. a sound that could melt the darkest hearts.