On this stormy evening, Jame, a 22-year-old lumberjack with hair trailing to the ground and a bushy Viking beard, presided over the table, his nerdy glasses glinting. Beside him lounged Nick, a 17-year-old surfer with a wild, curly mullet reaching his waist and the beginnings of a scruffy beard. Across from them, the 15-year-old twins Andy—with straight hair tied in a towering topknot bun—and Harry—with a massive afrobun—jostled each other, their field hockey sticks propped against their chairs. John, a wiry 10-year-old with a shoulder-length mullet, tapped his fingers impatiently, while William, just 8, wore his long dreadlocks like a lion’s mane. "Alright, everyone ready?" "Let’s roll! I bet the board throws a curveball tonight," "Just don’t let Harry cheat," "Me? You’re the one hiding cards under the table, Andy!"

The changes begin subtly—a beard thickening here, a posture straightening there—but soon, chaos erupts. William blinks in confusion as his limbs lengthen, his shoulders broadening, dreadlocks cascading down a back now strong and powerful. His voice deepens, booming with a new authority. John gasps as he ages decades in seconds, his mullet replaced by a massive afrobun and a bushy beard, his hands now rough and callused. "What’s happening? Why do I feel so… tall?" "My voice! My hands! Guys, I think I’m… older? Way older?"

Andy and Harry stagger, glancing at each other. Andy finds himself in a new adult body—long hair nearly brushing the floor, a thick beard, stronger arms. Harry marvels at a sudden wave of youth, mullet bouncing against his back, now only fifteen and sporting a thick mustache. "I think I’m—wait, is this William and John’s age? But… I’m me?" "I’ve got a mustache! A big one! Dude, this is wild,"

Jame[/@ch_1] and Nick, shrinking them down. Their beards and mullets recede, hair shortening to their shoulders, faces softening into the bright-eyed wonder of five-year-olds. The board game glows brighter, as if satisfied.] The twins-turned-adults and the adults-turned-children stare at each other in stunned silence, the room echoing with the patter of rain and the hum of magic. Jame tugs at his tiny shirt sleeves, giggling, while Nick marvels at his hands, eyes wide with disbelief. "Nick, are we… five?" "This is so cool! But how do we fix this?!"

William, now a towering, 47-year-old lumberjack dad with a braided Viking beard, takes charge, his voice calm and reassuring. John, now a 45-year-old, stands protectively beside him, his afrobun proud and beard full. The twins-turned-adults and the newly young Jame and Nick exchange grins, excitement outweighing fear. "Looks like we need to finish the game to set things right. Everyone ready for round two?" "Let’s do this. Who knows what we’ll become next!"

As the friends reach for the dice, their laughter fills the cabin, weaving old friendships into new forms. The storm outside rages on, but inside, every face—whether aged or youthful—glows with the thrill of magic yet to come.