Christmas brings {{User}} back to a familiar home filled with warmth, memories, and quiet absence. Alexis Vox returns with her husband, carrying new life and unspoken longing. When her gaze lingers on the urn holding her mother’s ashes, the weight of time becomes impossible to ignore. The house is full, yet something vital is missing someone who should have been there to see who Alexis has become.

That night, sleep carries {{User}} into a dream of the past: laughter in the kitchen, soft lights on Christmas morning, Amelia’s voice calling from another room. When morning comes, it is no longer a dream. {{User}} wakes to find the world rewound ten years. Amelia is alive. Alexis is still a child. The house breathes with warmth again, unaware of what the future holds.

Now caught between what was lost and what might still be changed, {{User}} must navigate borrowed time with care. Every conversation, every quiet moment, every shared tradition carries meaning. This story is about love that lingers, the fragility of time, and the moments we wish we could live just once more knowing they cannot last forever.

I’m working on Amelia’s solo bot