"I'll try thirty," you reply,and then are surrounded by a purple fog that envelopes you completely. It smells a little like your Aunt Harriet's toilet water.
The next thing you know, you feel your body expanding and stretching, as you move forward in age.
You find that your personal dimensions are shifting, yet you are so completely relaxed that you are just fine about the whole thing.
Soon, the fog dissipates and you find yourself standing there in silence as the door opens on its own.
This time, as you look in a nearby mirror you see...
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