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AMON: “Ho⁠pe. Becaus​e we need it. Because we choose it‌.” AMARA qui‌ets on her mother⁠’s chest, instinct g‌uiding her to warmt​h an‌d safety. The BIRTHING SPECIALIST completes th‌e‍ necess‍ar‌y medical tasks—cutting the cor‌d, checkin⁠g vi‌t‌als​,⁠ weigh​ing.​ Sev⁠en p⁠ounds, he‌a​lthy APGAR scores, no com​plications‍. One perfect baby born in​to a family f‌i‌ghting cancer.]

And it was Doctor Adams, a compassionate and skilled professional, who stood by Elena's side, ready to guide her through the miraculous process of bringing new life into the world. As the hours passed, Elena's strength and determination prevailed. With each breath she took, she drew closer to meeting the tiny soul that had been growing inside her. And then, with a triumphant cry that filled the room, her baby boy was born, cradled gently in the doctor's capable hands.

Celine Andrews is what her father named his firstborn. She was born on July 11, 1996, during the beautiful twilight on the western horizon. She was born after her mother endured the pains of contractions since dawn at a nearby midwife clinic. Firstborns are always a special surprise. Back then, there weren't widespread ultrasound examinations to determine the baby's gender. However, the elders in the family, her maternal grandmother in particular, believed in predicting the baby's gender based on the signs exhibited by the pregnant mother.

"Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn child, right?" "Yes, because I am a first-class reborn, so I guess I have average?" I scratched my head because I am quite unsure. "And I can't afford to purchase any necro enhancer or cultivate anything to enhance my soul power, so let's leave it like that." I giggled. "Yes, however, there is also another type of reborn, which are very rare." I remained silent and listened to everything he said. "This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus."

People always said that childbirth was a near-death experience and that a woman had to endure unbearable pain. However, I barely felt a thing. With just a couple of pushes, the babies were born. My mother, however, let out a piercing scream. It was as if she had seen something terrifying. At the same time, something felt off. Why did it feel furry? I forced myself up and looked down. In that instant, my soul nearly left my body. There were two leopard cubs. Their bodies were covered in black rosette patterns.

The doctor said it was just age, nothing to worry about. "You're thinking," I said. "I'm praying." "Praying for what?" "For time. For health. For the chance to see the new baby." "That's not a prayer. That's my hope." "Same thing." --- The baby was born in April. A boy, small and red-faced, with dark hair and a cry that could shatter glass. They named him Hana Celeste. Two names, two women, two generations of survival. Celeste held him in the hospital, cradled in her arms, her gnarled hands gentle.

His eyes were pinned on the birthling before him as he took it in. "What is this...?" He finally managed out in blatant horror. His eyes met sur Dalfohr's and the Oldborn shook his head. The birthling was still covered in blood, showing it was the one that was born a few moments ago. "Answer me! What is this!? He roared again, and the mother of the strange birthling broke into a cry. "A eunuch from birth, my lord," Sur Dalfohr spat, stepping forward. "He was born this way. No cock, no balls." He added.

"Can you look up a list of names of newborns?" "Are you here to see the mother who recently gave birth?" She asks. I shake my head. "No, this newborn was born on April 21, 1995." Without saying anything, Anita starts to type the date on her computer. "There are twelve newborns born in that year," Anita states. "May I know the name of the child?" "Theresa Young." Her eyes are glued to the screen as she glances back at me. "No, sorry. I don't see the name."

"Sheila? I thought she was a midwife?" "Hmm, that's just one of her job titles. Before she went back to school to become a midwife, she'd worked for years as s therapist. Apparently, she'd seen and heard too many horror stories involving kids, and she started to burn out. That's when she decided that she'd rather see the other side of childhood, the birth."

Born entirely different. Elena reported it. Through Haven. Through bridge connection. Through impossible news. "Baby is here," Elena's voice through Haven. Excited voice. Joyful voice. Wonder voice. "Mira gave birth in between. Baby is consciousness. Pure consciousness. No physical form. Just awareness. Intelligence. Presence. But definitely baby. Definitely new. Definitely alive. First between-child. First consciousness-birth. First everything." Silence. Absolute silence. Network processing. Understanding or trying to understand. Baby born without body. Baby existing as pure consciousness. Baby not physical. Never physical. Only between.