The house aged gently. Lavender spilled through the garden. The studio stayed warm.
Yuna—now in Elias's older body—opened a worn journal.
Becoming is not a moment. It is a lifetime.
Elias—wearing Luna's face still youthful—smiled softly.
"We didn't lose ourselves," she said.
"No," Yuna replied. "We grew."
They stepped outside— Where Jasper and Mira waited with tea. Laughter rose into the summer air.
Not a beginning. Not an ending. Just life.
Story closed.