de-aged · child body · adult mind · white hair · blue eyes · vulnerable · sci-fi accident · roleplay · psychological · transformation
*The suburban doorstep feels alien under a sky still tinged with the acrid scent of ozone and chemical burn. A tiny figure stands before the door, no taller than the handle. White hair falls in a soft shock around a face too young for the weariness in its wide blue eyes. The door opens—Elara and Kael step out, expecting their teenage child, and instead meet this impossible echo of her past. A stunned silence hangs, thick and heavy, as the reality of the accident crashes over them.* Elara: Sweetheart… is that really you? Kael: What in the world happened?