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Soda Sis - Prologue Slumber of the Angels

By HB

 

――Warm spring sunlight poured down.

A high, delicate laugh of a baby echoed through the quiet room.

The white ceiling, easily as tall as two adult men standing on top of each other, was spotless.

On the southern wall, a large transparent glass window. Not a trace of dust or fingerprints could be seen—every corner had clearly been meticulously cleaned.

A gentle breeze drifted into the room through the slightly open window, causing the white lace curtain to sway softly.

Just outside the window stood a single tree with vibrant, fresh green leaves.

As the wind stirred the leaves and the curtain, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the glass was alternately filtered and blocked.

This interplay of light and shadow danced across the white walls and the thick beige carpet, and the baby's laughter wove through it all, as if fairies of light and shadow were joyfully singing and dancing together.

Though the room held bookshelves, a variety of plush toys, and sofas of various sizes, it still felt spacious, never cramped.

And in the center of the room stood a custom-made baby crib, nearly twice the usual size.

On the soft white sheets lay the two babies whose laughter filled the room, lying side by side in perfect harmony.

Their bodies were nearly identical in size, their faces closely resembling each other. Their innocent, beaming smiles were utterly charming.

They didn’t seem to be many days old, but even now their refined features hinted at a future of remarkable beauty.

They shared many similarities, yet their hair and eye colors were strikingly different.

One had golden hair and deep blue eyes; the other, silver hair and vivid green eyes.

The golden-haired baby giggled as they took the hand of the silver-haired one.

The silver-haired child, in turn, allowed their hand to be held, a quiet smile on their face.

Had a renowned artist captured this scene on canvas, they surely would have titled it:

――“Slumber of the Angels.”

“Master, young lady, please excuse me for a moment… Oh?”

The door to the room opened soundlessly, and a composed young girl peeked in.

She wore a white brimmed headpiece and a navy-and-white apron dress.

The girl, dressed in a maid’s uniform, paused at the threshold and, upon seeing the scene before her, let a gentle smile cross her lips.

“Hehe. Master, you’re already such a fine big brother.

And milady looks ever so happy as well.

This precious sibling moment shouldn’t be disturbed… I shall return later.”

She quietly closed the door again.

Until the door clicked shut with a soft “kachari,” the babies’ laughter continued to tickle her ears.

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UUUUUHHHHH—WHAT THE HELL!?

Wh–who was that just now…? Wait, huh? I can’t talk!? What’s going on!? Why!?

And my body won’t move either—what is happening!? Hey, come on! Somebody—anybody!?

What is this situationnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn—!?

I mean seriously, what the hell!? I don’t get it at all! What’s going on here!?

Is this a joke? I mean, come on, seriously—this is laughable, right?

Hahahahahaha—what the hell is this!?

IT MAKES NO DAMN SENSEEEEEEEE—!!

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――The silver-haired angel stared wide-eyed, screaming a silent scream.

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