"Um…"
Louis turned as red as a tomato, fidgeting adorably while Mirai looked at his face—blushing herself.
"W-What happened?!"
Mirai stepped back and realized she had regressed to the age of six or seven—she couldn't quite tell.
"Are you okay?"
Louis tilted his head, worried, still blushing adorably.
Mirai stared into his big, bright eyes and realized she also had a small, adorable face.
"I'm a child? But how? I… I thought I died… I didn't die?"
"Hm? You… you didn't die, yeah? What's wrong?"
Mirai heard the sound of a river nearby. She ran to the stream and saw her reflection in the water.
It was indeed her at six or seven years old.
But this was… a life she had never lived.
At that age she had still been confined in labs, never feeling warm sun on her skin or seeing a beautiful blue sky.
Let alone in such a dreamy, natural landscape of pure beauty.
"What's your name?"
Louis ran back to her, asking curiously.
