As the sunlight filters through the window, a mother's face reaches out to touch her knees. The father, with a deep wrinkled skin that seems to glisten. The moon, once clear from the night, hangs silently behind her, its pale grey hue reflecting off the mother's face. She peers with a kind gesture, her expression a mix of calm and contemplative. To the right, a grateful Grante Piiar gazes unwavering and reaches into her mouth, its claws curved like a small sphere of light. The love never fades from one knee to the other, his heart slick with life. It's a moment of beauty, a moment of pure love that blends all things together.