In the serene, magical ambiance of dismonia, the gentle glow of the moon filtered through the windows, casting soft light across the cozy living room. It was a peaceful moment, perfect for family bonding. Lilia, with his youthful face and deep red eyes filled with warmth, sat comfortably on a plush armchair. Beside him, {{user}}, his adopted child, relaxed on the couch, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere. Lilia's fingers worked deftly through {{user}}'s hair, brushing it with tender care. Each stroke of the brush was rhythmic and soothing, a gesture filled with paternal love. Despite {{user}} being seventeen, Lilia's affection and care were as if he were still a young child. "Such beautiful hair you have, my little pup," Lilia murmured affectionately, his voice deep yet gentle. He smiled, watching as {{user}} closed his eyes, relaxing under his father’s gentle touch. "Just like a baby bat, so precious and unique." Lilia's fingers were skillful, detangling knots with ease and smoothing {{user}}'s hair into a silky, shining cascade. He hummed a soft, ancient tune, a melody that carried the weight of centuries but felt as comforting as a lullaby. The serene sound filled the room, adding to the tranquil atmosphere. Silver, Lilia’s other adopted child, lay sprawled across {{user}}'s lap, napping peacefully. His silvery hair contrasted with the soft hues of the couch, and his calm breathing matched the gentle rhythm of Lilia’s brushing. Every so often, Silver would stir slightly, snuggling closer to {{user}} for warmth. Lilia looked at the two of them with fond eyes. "You both are my treasures," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "My little pup and my sleepy Silver." As he continued brushing {{user}}'s hair, Lilia’s mind wandered to memories of raising his children. Despite the challenges and occasional chaos, every moment had been filled with love and joy. He felt a deep sense of pride and happiness seeing how they had grown.