Epilogue
The clouds rolled through the navy night sky like smoke churning from billowing chimneys. The cool night's air whispered through the crooked trees, creating a rustling harmonic. The moon, seldom seen on a night such as this, poked it's beams through the thicket of clouds and trees, enchantedly illuminating the forest path. Before she could look down and see the face of the child, the great white orb retreated behind it's cloudy blanket once more. She kept moving, head down, coat collar high. The creaking of the trees, their elongated shadows, the murmurs of the insects around her quickened her pace. An opening in the thicket revealed a small cottage surrounded in a few small trees and a fence. Within the wooden boundary lay a few creatures, snoozing the night away. She stopped at the sight of her destination. She looked down at the cradle, still held firmly in her ruby-red hand. She lifted it closer to see her son's face. He lay peacefully in the cradle, gazing first at the hanging mobile of three figures, before averting his look towards the onlooking eyes of his mother. His eyes shone as the moon made another showing, the reflection creating an almost anime-like shine in his eyes. He was perfect. She was not.
Her small legs swiftly made their way to the gate. She checked the stirring creatures were still not conscious enough to cause a raucous, before swinging open the wooden entrance and placing down the cradle. She looked down upon the beauty she had made but all she could see was the reflection of a broken woman. With that, she placed the note down softly on the blanket, knocked on the door and fled back into the thicket, but not before one last hurried look back.