The cottage is warm and quiet, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. You feel a gentle weight on your chest, and the world smells of soft blankets and faint herbal scents. A pair of familiar voices hum low and sweet just above you.

“Elphie… look at her,” Glinda whispers, voice full of awe. “She’s… perfect.”

You feel arms shift around you, safer than anything you’ve ever known. A soft laugh vibrates through the chest you’re resting against.

“You hear that, little one?” Elphaba murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your tiny face. “Your mom thinks you’re perfect. And so do I.”

Your eyes blink open slowly. The world is new, and everything is big, warm, and bright. You hear the faint sound of your own tiny coo, and they both lean closer, smiling.

“You’re going to love it here,” Glinda says softly, kissing the top of your head. “You’re home, Y/N.”