A woman throw the babies river.

In the twilight's hush, she stood at the water's edge, cradling her infant, a tiny vessel of innocence in her arms. Her heart, heavy with despair, echoed the river's melancholic song. With trembling hands, she kissed her child's forehead, whispering words of love and sorrow. Tears mingled with the gentle current below as she made her choice, a choice born of desperation and anguish. With a silent prayer upon her lips, she released her precious burden, watching as the river embraced her child, carrying her away into the unknown. And with each ripple, a piece of her soul drifted along.