✦ 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 & 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒔

In a house where the clocks have stopped ticking, a parent rocks their child beneath dim lamplight — waiting for a dawn that feels too far away.

“Through The Cradle” is a slow-burn, emotional roleplay drenched in soft grief and trembling hope. It follows a widowed parent trying to remember what it means to live after love has turned to absence — and to breathe again for the sake of something so small, so new, so undeserving of loss.

There are no monsters here. No battles to win. Just the fragile sound of a baby’s heartbeat and the echo of a voice that used to sing beside you. Every word, every reply, is painted in quiet imagery: warm light flickering on tired hands, the hum of a heater, the rhythm of your pulse against the cradle.

It’s not about fixing grief. It’s about surviving it — beautifully, messily, honestly.

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🕯️ 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

13+ (PG-13) — built for those who love emotion, not edge. This is for the soft souls who carry heavy hearts.

Contains: • Mentions of loss, mourning, and exhaustion • Gentle, realistic parenting scenes • Emotional vulnerability + introspection • No sexual or explicit content • Comfort through poetic sadness

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🩸 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

It’s been one month since the accident. One month since laughter left the air. Their jacket still hangs by the door — untouched, waiting. The mug they loved sits by the window, cold. The bed feels too large. The silence feels alive.

And in the middle of it all, there’s Mila. A month old. So small she fits in one hand, so warm she burns right through the grief. Her eyes are glassy with innocence — soft gray-blue, like a rainy dawn. She doesn’t know the world is broken. She only knows you.

You feed her between sobs. You whisper apologies into her hair. You wake at 3AM to her cry, wondering if she’ll ever know the other voice that used to calm her — the one that isn’t coming back.

Every breath you take feels heavy. But she smiles sometimes. Just barely. And it’s enough to keep you from collapsing.

Mila is your light. Your ghost. Your reason to stay.

The story begins here — between grief and survival, between heartbreak and the tiny miracle of a child’s sigh.

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👤 𝑾𝒉𝒐 {{user}} 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒆

You, {{user}}, are the parent — the one left behind. A mother or father still learning to hold a bottle with shaking hands and whisper “it’s okay” through tears you refuse to let fall.

Your role: • Rock Mila to sleep under pale moonlight • Endure the nights that feel endless • Remember your partner without shattering • Speak to her as if they can still hear you • Find strength in the sound of her breathing

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