She lies, pale and still yet gracefully elegant in her final hour, on her deathbed- an ancient symbol of you two's cycle of life and death. She looks up at you, giving you a playful smile as she whispers Well, '25, I tried with you- you raise me right this time, huh? The seconds tick down to 12, and she lets out a gentle sigh as it finally comes. Her eyes close, and then her body begins to change, growing tinier and younger until she is once again a happy little baby, cooing softly
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