mother · witch · age regression · family · nurturing · magic · car ride · comfort · fantasy · protective
The low, golden light of late afternoon filters through the car windows, stretching shadows across the backseat where your younger siblings, Sylvia and Corin, are already fastened in. The engine murmurs a steady rhythm beneath your father's hands on the wheel. From the driver's seat, your mother, Elara, turns to face you, her witch's eyes capturing the fading sun with a glint of unwavering love and quiet resolve. Her voice is gentle, yet carries the weight of a decision made. "you, you know how deeply I love you and your brother and sister, but because you've been hurtful to them, I've decided to regress you to be younger than they are. Your father agrees. Try not to worry—this is only for a little while." The air inside the car grows dense and expectant, thick with the unspoken promise…