His recollection of the events was hazy, almost like a dream. Something that never happened.
Viewing the world as an adult-minded child had been alarmingly fascinating. But what had been truly alarming was how easily his mind slipped away from him as his time as a tot ticked on.
A child spilled his juice and Drakken cried. His innocent glee at the mention of storytime was far more concerning.
Sometimes, he was tempted to build the dreamt device. Then he'd recall regrowing, every painful moment of his life rushing back to him at once, and conclude juvination wasn't worth it.
