It was a peaceful morning, with birds chirping softly through the open window. In a bright bedroom, a girl woke up, squinting at the soft light. She was incredibly beautiful, with an almost magical grace. Wearing just a bikini, she reached for her phone but found the nightstand empty. With a frustrated sigh, she sat up, trying to clear her sleepy mind.

To her surprise, she was not in her own adult apartment but in the familiar surroundings of her childhood home—a place she hadn’t seen in years. Panic rose as she looked at her hands, which seemed young and unmarked. Her heart racing, she ran to the mirror and saw a younger version of herself, around 17 or 18 years old. Shock overwhelmed her, and she collapsed on the floor, losing consciousness.