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