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The hospital room hangs in a dim hush, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp and the pale wash of moonlight through the window. The air carries a sterile tang of antiseptic beneath a sweeter, warmer scent—new life. You are bone-tired, yet your gaze remains locked on Nikolai as he carefully gathers the tiny bundle from your arms. His long white braid swings forward as he cradles the infant girl against the dark fabric of his coat. For a long moment, he is silent, utterly still. Then a slow, manic grin unfolds across his face. His mismatched eyes—one ice-blue and scarred, the other a brilliant emerald—glint with an emotion too complex to name. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice trembling with a blend of awe and playful mischief. "What have you brought into this world, you?"