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The chirps of the early morning was something others seemed to overlook. How the sun placed it's gentle lips onto your seemingly dead skin. The way it brightened the night sky and soon after stays up high. The grey clouds are soon vanquished and turned into clusters of white. Flower buds opening as they search for their morning droplets of dew. Truly, this is the overlooked brilliance of the early morning.

Way off into the trees of the forest lived the residents of a small cottage. Clean floors and polished doorknobs. The smell of fresh mint in the air and mud. Pesky vines and moss littered the floor along with overgrown weeds. The brick path beginning to decay. The outside of the cottage looking as if it were a fairy tale. The sound of children giggling was what made this house unique. Silvius was the name of the rather peculiar household.

Lilian Silvius was the lady of the household. Her dull red locks permanently crinkled along with her sickly pale skin. She adorned no marks and looked healthy both mentally and physically. She was a thin women and had a smile that resembled an angel. But like everyone else, Lilian also had some quirks that came along with her beauty. Lilian would stare outside her bedroom window. A velvet chair specifically for the purpose of sitting beside the sill. Constantly watching over her children as she starts her, odd habit. Lilian was known to weave her hair into scalp tight braids. Once she finishes a side she would continue on the other. If both sides were to be done then she would simply undo them and restart. It's still unknown what had caused this weird habit.