[ There are three women in this room. One old, white-haired woman lies in bed, eyes closed, with a face mask hooked up to a breathing tube covering the lower half of her face. The breathing tube is connected to boxy machine beside the bed with a screen display on it that beeps periodically. In one of her hands she holds a sprig of myrtle to her chest; the other is held by another similarly old, similarly white-haired woman, tall and gray-eyed, sitting at her side.

The third, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, has waist-length hair, is dressed in a plain, undyed linen long-sleeved dress and gloves, wears an even, unreadable expression, and has no mark on her forehead - but otherwise, there’s no mistaking she looks exactly like Ao.

She looks up when you come in. ]