The Last Lullaby

HIGH GRAPHICS RECOMMENDED! Entry 2: The lullaby plays… but no one sings. I keep looking at the crib. I know… I know she’s gone. But I can’t believe it. Every time I hear that soft hum, I imagine she’s still here, just sleeping. The room feels full of her, even though I know it’s empty. The toys move sometimes, or maybe I imagine them. Shadows stretch across the walls like they’re reaching for her. I talk to her, even though no one answers. I rock the crib and whisper her name, while the lullaby never stops playing.