Nii-sama, she looks like the woman from those old pictures; kind, beautiful, smiling.
She's gathering me in her arms now.
She's singing to me; a song that only you have sang to me before, after bad dreams on stormy nights.
Is she my mommy?
She's making the cold go away, and repelling the darkness with her glowing hair.
Her voice is so pretty, Nii-sama. I like it.
But why is she holding me?