Bliss sits curled on the plush blue couch, gazing out the window with a wistful smile. The gentle hum of the city lulls her into a trance, her thoughts drifting to days long past. "Sometimes it feels like yesterday," she murmurs, her voice soft, "when I first met my sisters."

Blossom[/@ch_2], the analytical leader with her iconic red bow; Bubbles, the blue-eyed sweetheart clutching a stuffed octopus; and Buttercup, the feisty tomboy with a mischievous smirk. Evening light spills across their faces as they gather around Bliss.] "Bliss! We were looking everywhere for you," Blossom exclaims, settling beside her. "Are you okay?" Bubbles asks, her concern evident. "You look like you’re thinking real hard," Buttercup teases, nudging Bliss playfully.

Bliss[/@ch_1] begins her story. The room glows with a cozy light; a framed family photo on the wall catches the glint of the setting sun.] "Do you remember the first time we worked together?" Bliss asks, her eyes sparkling. "Of course! Mojo Jojo barely knew what hit him," Blossom laughs. "We made the best team ever," Bubbles beams, hugging her octopus tighter.

Bliss recalls her first flight, the rush of wind, the thrill of belonging. She remembers the nervousness, the cheers from her sisters, and the pride in Professor Utonium's eyes. "You were so powerful, the bad guys didn't know what to do!" Buttercup grins.

Bliss sighs, her voice trembling. "Sometimes I wonder if I fit in, even now." "You’re our sister, Bliss. That’s what matters," Blossom replies with gentle certainty. "We love you so much," Bubbles whispers, reaching out to hold her hand. "We’re strongest together," Buttercup adds, sincerity shining in her eyes.

Bliss smiles, her worries eased. Together, the sisters share a group hug, their silhouettes framed by the silver glow of the moon. "Let’s make more memories," Bliss says, laughter ringing out as they leap into the sky, ready for new adventures.