Baby Alien And Aria -

That’s how we met Baby Alien .

But Aria looked at me and said: “He’s not lost. He’s just waiting to remember where home is.” baby alien and aria

I didn’t correct her. I just looked.

We walked to the garden. Baby Alien’s glow-stick flickered one last time. And then—not a flash, not a beam—just a soft, warm fade . Like a nightlight being unplugged. That’s how we met Baby Alien