After breakfast, Penelope gently rocked the sleeping Aurora in her arms.
A thoughtful look crossed her face. "...It's a shame." she said.
Ben looked over. "What is?"
"I still can't bring Aurora into the space." Penelope said as she held the sleeping child.
The room gradually grew quiet. Everyone understood why.
The spiritual space only accepted those who had formed a contract with its master.
But before a contract could be formed...
The space first had to recognize the person's existence.
Aurora had none.
No birth certificate.
No official records.
Not even a confirmed birthday.
Without enough information...
The space simply wouldn't acknowledge her existence.
Aunt Lucy looked down at the sleeping baby.
"I wish we knew who she really was."
"So do I," Penelope admitted.
Erik rested his elbows on the table, deep in thought.
"There may be a way."
Everyone turned toward him.
