youre shadow milk

it was a while since you spoked your mom your thinking that she doesn't miss you so you walked bored your'e still have the wound that silent salt gave to you he stabbed you and now is your wound constantly bleeding

you came in her palace everything was still the same ..the milk fountain, the white curtains the statues you walked to the hallway and saw old paintings ... most from your'e mom and the fount of knowledge

fount of knowledge ... that was supossed to be you... your'e asking yourself of she even know you

suddenly you saw a white figure walking to you

you reconize her voice

it was your'e mom first milk cookie her voice so soft and so warm

first milk cookie: my beautiful son ....

she hugged you

first milk cookie: still beautiful as always