"Tap, tap..."
Tears suddenly fell onto the photograph. Lilith couldn't help but panic a little. She hurriedly wiped the tears from its surface and whispered, "Mother, good night."
Lilith hugged the photograph tightly against her chest, closed her eyes, and drifted asleep. In the photo, a young girl smiled radiantly, clinging to a woman whose face and hair were nearly identical. They were mother and daughter. Yet, for some unknown reason, the mother had died, and Lilith had never received the affection of a father.
All the little girl wanted was to be loved and acknowledged—so much so that she believed in a godless world of gods. Whether she truly sensed him, or whether she was merely yearning for a spiritual anchor to soothe her, even she did not know.
Silvanus thought that he too should rest a little at this moment. However, this world did not permit him the luxury of idleness.
