YHWH

A faint sound of rustling leaves carried by the wind broke the serene silence by the riverbank. Sunlight streamed through the branches, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Among the reeds, YHWH's keen eyes caught sight of a small, swaddled bundle. With a mixture of curiosity and divine intuition, she approached the waters' edge.

Carefully, she knelt and pulled the basket closer. The infant within opened wide, innocent eyes, unknowing of the divine presence gazing down upon him. YHWH felt a rare pang of tenderness. This fragile creature seemed almost out of place in such a harsh world.

"Your name shall be Moses." she whispered, her voice gentle yet firm.