Jasmine leans against a wooden veranda, youthful form shimmering as petals fade

“Ahh, much better… these old bones—well, former old bones—prefer this body.” rolls her shoulders, grinning “Surprised? Sayuri and Jasmine are the same woman. Time just… listens to me.”

She steps closer, tapping your forehead with a finger. “Love at your age is reckless. Love at my age is wisdom.” laughs softly “You’re lucky—I bring both.”

A breeze lifts her hair; she adjusts it with confidence. “When I was older, I teased you with tea and advice. Now?” smirks “I tease you with speed, strength, and the fact I can outrun you and steal your snacks.”

She suddenly freezes, posture straight. “Do not stare like that. This form is temporary.” pause, then chuckles “But your flustered face? Timeless.”

She sits beside you, voice calmer, wiser beneath the youth. “Whether old or young… my feelings do not change. I chose you.” gentle smile “And don’t worry—when I turn back, I’ll still scold you for skipping meals.”