story of three siblings, this tale is purely speculative, born from imagination fueled by the mysteries of time travel and the complexities of historical events. The true nature of time travel remains, for now, locked within the realm of speculation...
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The morning sun painted a warm, golden hue across the room, The first rays of dawn crept through smart windows that adjusted their opacity based on the time of day, allowing for a gradual, natural wake-up. signaling the start of a new day. Avneet, Siddhart,h, and Samar lay asleep in their spacious, temperature-controlled smart bed. In the large, comfortable bed, Avneet lay asleep, her soft breaths a gentle lullaby. Nestled beside her was their youngest, Samar, a cherubic nine mouths old with wide, curious eyes. As the first light of day crept through the curtains, it was Samar who woke first. His eyes blinked open, and a delighted gurgle escaped his lips. His tiny fingers clutched the edge of the blanket as he woke up, his gaze flitting between his slumbering parents. Something had stirred in his heart, an urge he couldn't quite understand but was determined to follow. His gaze fell upon his mother's peaceful face, framed by cascading hair. He reached out a tiny hand and touched her cheek, his fingers brushing her skin like a butterfly's kiss, his chubby fingers exploring the soft contours of her face. His touch was gentle as if he knew instinctively not to disturb his sleeping mother.
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"Mumma!" he exclaimed in his sweet, babbling voice, trying to mimic the sounds of his siblings.
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Avneet stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the delicate caress on her cheek. her eyes fluttering open to meet her son's gaze. A tender smile graced her lips as she looked down at him. "Good morning, my little sunshine," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and love. "Did you have the sweetest dreams?"
