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Melpomene hadn't planned on taking part in Cubefall this year. But... the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. And when she presses yes on the video screen, her breath catches in her throat. There are the usual options-- an animal, a robot-- but there's only one option that seems to matter. Melpomene closes her eyes, heart beating fast in her chest, and presses the picture.
A few minutes later you can find her, sunken into the soft cushions of an armchair, touching her face gently. She's marveling at the crow's feet around her eyes, at the gray hair she can see floating around her face.
So, come say hello to Melpomene-- stepping down from her immortal cloud, for a few days, delighting in wrinkles like no mortal woman ever has.
A few minutes later you can find her, sunken into the soft cushions of an armchair, touching her face gently. She's marveling at the crow's feet around her eyes, at the gray hair she can see floating around her face.
So, come say hello to Melpomene-- stepping down from her immortal cloud, for a few days, delighting in wrinkles like no mortal woman ever has.