If the Age Door could do anything it would most likely sigh in annoyance. Since its creation it had seen this type of thing before.
Over the centuries it had seen entire lines wiped from existence, a constantly repeating cycle of regression and unbirth. The Door always found it fascinating to some extent, watching a mother enter a room, see her go through pregnancy, only to return to infancy and start the whole process once again. The Door was oddly interested in watching human evolution in reverse, yet it was getting tiresome. You could only watch so many thousands revert into the basic compounds of life before becoming bored. If anything, the Door was beginning to feel more like a graveyard, a thousand generations reverting to nothingness on its floor.
July it seemed was well on her way to joining the legions of others that had ceased to exist. The young blond girl was growing gradually younger, the hem of her dress descending downwards towards the floor as the collar spread wider on her dress. July was only 7 now, innocently gazing at the rooms interior. It wouldn't be long before yet another victim entered.
The Dior now wondered what the next mother would be like. It didn't enjoy reverting someone into non existence yet it was its purpose. The door controlled the age of an individual, to age or regress them as they saw fit. Unfortunately it had learned that people were often careless, forgetting why they were there until it was too late.
The Door was now roused from its musings as it heard the dress fall away from July. Now a naked toddler of 3, the tiny girl giggled happily as she began to wander. Now the Door watched as yet another mother entered.
This woman was 25, sporting a cut off tshirt, bell bottom jeans, and blond hair that descended to her waist. Obviously the woman was confused as she gazed at the happy toddler. "Whoa where am I?"
"The Age Door."
The young woman stared in wonder at the room, trying to comprehend what was happening as she and her daughter grew younger. "Am I tripping?"
"No," the Door said. "You and your daughter are growing younger."
"Wild," the woman chuckled almost drunkenly. Once more the Door could only wish it could express its annoyance. It looked like yet another would find their existence ended within these walls. At least the Door could ask her her name. "What is your name?"
"Moonbeam."
"Moonbeam," the door asked, slightly confused. Moonbeam simply nodded, slowly approaching July. July was barely old enough to walk now. The toddler reaching up with chubby arms before falling onto her butt. Moonbeam now picked up the girl, the infant chortle happily as she passed her firat birthday in reverse.
"Moonbeam is my choosen name," the young mother stated. "Little July and I live on a commune."
"A commune?"
"Hippy commune," Moonbeam stated. "Man I'm tripping! July is shrinking in my arms. Those mushrooms Tex gave me must have been laced."
The Door paused, this was different. Usually no one noticed the effects of the room, which is how entire lines were wiped out. Moonbeam though somehow did. Perhaps her experimentation with illicit substances had given her the ability to perceive what was happening.
Moonbeam now winced, undoing the button of her bellbottoms as she sat down. July's age could be measured in weeks now as an umbilical cord now began to snake its way out of Moonbeams vagina. July at this last moment seemed to sense what was happening, the newborn letting out a small cry as it reached itself and began to pull her towards her inevitable demise.
"Wow this is trippy," Moonbeam whispered as she watched July slowly unbirth herself. "By little July I'll see ya soon."
The Door could only watch as July was slowly sucked inside of her mother feet first, distending the young hippies belly. As July returned to the womb, Moonbeam now lay her hands on her stomach, giggling as she felt it shrink under her touch.
"One pill makes you taller while the other, makes you small!"
"Are you singing," the Door asked.
"Uh yeah," Moonbeam stated. "I'm tripping balls right now! My kid just merged with me and I can feel her shrinking!"
"Shes not shrinking she growing younger and so are you!"
"Wild," Moonbeam purred.
The Door paused, maybe he could convince Moonbeam of what was happening before she to joined July and the others in non existence.