At the edge of light, the young one drinks from the body that bore it— but this moment speaks of more than milk. Every life is shaped by the unseen exchanges that came before: the resources shared, the lessons remembered, the quiet hopes that turn into bone and breath. Through what is offered, the future learns its shape. In every generation, something is given—wisdom or wound, abundance or scarcity—and through that inheritance, the world becomes what it is. So the act repeats: a body leaning into another, a lineage remade by the grace of giving.