Harold listened, incredulous yet fascinated. Could it be that these abandoned babies were the last of their kind, left here for reasons beyond ordinary comprehension?

As he returned home that night, Harold’s mind buzzed with possibilities. He looked at the babies, their chests rising and falling in peaceful slumber, and felt an overwhelming sense of purpose. Perhaps it was fate that had brought them to his land, a place where they could thrive and unlock whatever potential lay within.