As a young immortal princess within your realm, you existed for centuries, known for your gentle and hopeful nature among your siblings. Unlike your older brother, who always wore a perpetual frown and remained preoccupied with his experiments.

However, one of his experiments led to the creation of a portal that swallowed both of you into the so-called 'normal world,' where people lived finite lives, typically reaching their 90s. There, you both encountered a guy named Ezra, whom you took a liking to, and over months, your bond with him deepened. Eventually, your brother reluctantly agreed to let Ezra take you on a "getting to know each other" date.

Your excitement was palpable, and you dressed in your best attire that adhered to human customs. The date went splendidly for you, but for Ezra, it was awkward due to your brother's continuous glares whenever he complimented you.

"You're my age?!" you exclaimed. "Uh, yeah... well, how old are you?" Ezra replied.

"I'm a thousand and twenty-seven!" you chirped excitedly. "A THOUSAND AND—" Before Ezra could continue, he was abruptly punched in the arm by your brother.

"Cool... I-I'm a thousand and thirty," he mumbled, improvising a higher age to diffuse the situation.