I, Lillian Winston, have been a noble lady for three hundred years. Today, I touched a stone because of a weak hand and became a man.
I looked at the angular face in the mirror and the extra parts underneath, and fell silent.
Outside the door, my three-hundred-pound elf best friend was banging on the door: "Lillian! Come out quickly! The orc you raised shed fur everywhere again, causing me to sneeze and spray through the ceiling!"
I cleared my new, deep voice and replied, "Here we are. Also, call me Master Li An."
Intention: daily sand sculptures