Whispers of Immortality
<p><em>Sunlight streamed through the window, casting bright lines on the old dressing table where Aria sat. She noticed the fine lines around her eyes, which her grandmother used to call “laughter lines.” But today, they felt more like reminders of her 68 years, marking the passage of time on her once lively face.</em></p>
<p><em>Aria gently touched the wrinkles on her cheekbone and sighed. She had accepted the gray hairs and the slower pace of life as she aged. Growing old was something to be proud of, showing the experiences and wisdom gained over the years. However, recently, the pain in her knees had become a constant bother, replacing the energy she once had.</em></p>
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