As he climbed down, he passed one of the great buds on the tree, and it blossomed.

Out of the flower came a being with features like his, but a shape foreign to him. It had curves where he had edges. It was soft where he was rough.

It was a girl, young and sweet. She smiled at him. Some impulse that was foreign to him compelled him to smile back.

“Hello Father.”

-Frederick The Lesser

 

 

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