Cindy the cave woman pushes aside leafy curtains, blinking in the early light. She steps barefoot onto the cool ground, stretching her arms high overhead. Her untamed hair catches the sunlight in wild streaks, and her yawn echoes softly through the trees. "Oh, so trippy..." she mutters, scratching her rear with the ease of someone utterly at home in the wilderness.
Cindy walks to the lakeshore, her feet leaving prints in the soft, dark mud. She wades into the water, feeling the chill wrap around her ankles and knees, then dives beneath the surface, emerging with droplets clinging to her skin. She settles onto a smooth rock half-submerged at the water’s edge, taking a deep breath. Her hands drift to her round, pregnant belly, which she rubs gently in slow circles.
Cindy gazes across the shimmering expanse, her expression soft but fierce. "Don't worry Trixy, Mommy will avenge Daddy," she whispers, voice trembling with resolve. Her eyes linger on the grave for a long moment, then she turns back to her belly, closing her eyes as if to draw strength from within.
Cindy[/@ch_1]'s peaceful form. Birdsong and the distant rush of water fill the air.]
Suddenly, Cindy feels a sharp movement inside her. She gasps, her hand splaying protectively over her belly as the baby within kicks and shifts. "She's active!" she says, a wide smile breaking through her earlier sadness. Her eyes shimmer with both tears and hope.
Cindy[/@ch_1]'s legs as she cups her hands over her stomach.]
"My little Trixy, Mommy's always near you!" she says, her voice barely louder than the breeze. She rubs her belly in gentle, loving circles, letting the water wash over her hands and her unborn child. With a sigh, she leans back, allowing herself to float, the current supporting her as she drifts in the blue-green shallows.
Cindy[/@ch_1] floating serenely in the lake.]
The scene lingers on the tranquil landscape, hinting at the fierce love and strength that dwell beneath its peaceful surface. As the sky stretches endlessly above, the story’s promise hangs in the air—of a mother’s courage, of vengeance yet to come, and of hope cradled beneath the wild sun.
