The Wrought, That is Life.

A Young, Swooned Babe cries. These cries are for a need. Yet they Slowly Cry for a Purpose. Borne with a Heart to feel, it feels it Empty Borne with a mind to Conceive, Conceive it can't. Borne with a body to Interact, but Interact it is unable. But by that time, Young Babes they aren't.