THE LULLABY OF THE LAST DAYS – A UNA FAMILY STORY
The Lullaby is a song that Louise, Una’s mother, used to sing to put her little monster to sleep. It was telling of the old world, but also the new one. Of her fears as a mother and her hopes as well. It was a tender attempt at control in a world that had lost it all.
Close your eyes, my silver sparrow
Hide beneath the patchwork sky.
The moon is just a watchful widow
She won’t let the shadows pry
Drift where trees still speak in whispers
Dream of fields that used to bloom
Don’t mind the sirens in the distance
They won’t find us in this room.
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Hush now, little emberlight
Don’t you fear the creeping night
Mama’s voice will hold you tight
This lullaby’s sweet but…
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Once there were stars, I swear it’s true
And oceans kissed the sandy shore.
But now the wind just howls right through
Like it remembers something more
If the ground shakes, don’t you tremble
If the sky falls, don’t you scream.
We’ll float like ash
So soft and gentle
Wrapped inside a smoky dream
Hush now, little emberlight
Don’t you fear the creeping night
Mama’s voice will hold you tight
This lullaby’s sweet but…
Sleep while I watch my wild-eyed dove
The world’s still cruel, but I still love
And even if it
all ignites
We’ll burn as one
In lullaby night.
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THE STORY BEHIND THE LULLABY
The Lullaby was never planned.
It did not exist in any early outline of Warriors of the Last Days. It was not part of the structural arc of the tetralogy. It emerged unexpectedly, while searching for music to anchor a teaser. What began as a practical need slowly revealed itself as something foundational.
Una has been called a spark igniter since childhood. But before the spark, there was shelter.
The Lullaby belongs to that earlier world: the intimate one. Long before systems, Stadium towers, and the Red Ash Moon, there was a cave warmed by firelight. There was bread being kneaded by careful hands. There was a mother whose body was quietly failing from rot, yet whose voice never betrayed it. There was a father teaching stone, water, balance, and patience.
The song gathers these fragments.
It carries the memory of flour-dusted fingers guiding small ones through dough. Joel explaining how to read a cave’s structure: where it holds, where it yields. A spear placed into Una’s hands not as a weapon, but as responsibility. The underground lake, still and black, where something ancient moved beneath the surface. Fear, yes, but also wonder.
And above all, the small, stubborn beauty of ordinary tenderness: dancing inside the cave while storms rolled outside; laughter despite decay; a father leaning against stone, watching the two people he loves as if nothing could take that moment away.
The Lullaby reframes the series.
It does not contradict the harsher elements: the pseudopod dream from Book I, the creature in the depths, the systemic brutality of later volumes. Instead, it reveals their emotional origin. The dream was never only about threat. It was also about inheritance. About a child absorbing a world already compromised and being taught how to survive it without surrendering softness.
On the teaser page, the images and lyrics stand without narration because that is how memory functions. Fragmented. Associative. Flooding.
The Lullaby is not a plot device.
It is the emotional bedrock beneath the entire series. The quiet counterpoint to collapse. A reminder that before resistance, before ignition, there was love strong enough to shape what would later refuse to break.
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Stéphane Roy is a lifelong reader and writer with a deep love for science fiction, apocalyptic worlds, and tightly constructed mysteries. This is his first novel. He lives in the Yukon with his dog and his aquarium, where long winters, silence, and wide, sometimes glowing, skies leave plenty of room for imagining the end of the world, and what might come after it. He is also waiting, with cautious optimism, for the aliens to finally reveal themselves and straighten us all out.