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Between the Pages of Time

Aspen had always been drawn to history—not just the grand narratives of wars and revolutions, but the quiet moments in between. The letters that lovers exchanged across lifetimes, the songs hummed softly to sleeping children, the fleeting seconds of stillness before the world changed. She had spent years studying the past, searching for meaning in what people left behind.

And now, she stood on the edge of a moment that would become part of her own history.

She often found herself tracing absentminded circles over the gentle curve of her belly, lost in thought about the life growing inside her. Who would he become? What stories would he tell? Would he find comfort in the warmth of the sun, the way she always had? There were no books to consult for answers, no ancient wisdom to prepare her for the transformation that awaited.

For so long, Aspen had believed that knowledge was the key to understanding the world. That wisdom was something to be pursued in books, in research, in unraveling the mysteries of those who came before. But now, as she felt the rhythm of tiny movements from within, she realized that some truths could only be learned through experience.

Perhaps wisdom was not just about seeking answers, but about embracing the unknown.

So she waited—with patience, with love, and with the quiet certainty that soon, a new story would begin.