She took one step forward, and suddenly — she was a teenager, radiant and smiling. Her clothes changed in real time. The crowd gasped.
Another step — she was an adult, holding a baby.
A few more steps — she was older, the child now walking beside her.
The lights shifted. Her back curved. Her movements slowed.
She turned into an elderly woman, with silver hair and trembling hands. She stopped center stage.
And just when you thought it was over — the child beside her stepped forward, and began her own transformation. Teen. Adult. Mother. Elder.
