Happy 100th birthday!

Everything has already changed, and everyone you knew has went to the blessed gardens of Helheim to see their ancestors, or the shining cities of Vaikuntha to see the throne room of Narayana Vishnu. Only you are left, and you still hold to bronydom like a sage. A living relic.

Pipp, the immortal birbhorse, is now laughing at you. Yet she admires how much you managed to survive. On that fateful birthday, as you enter the wasteland of eternity in your body, she is showing you those toys that you kept in the past near-century: now they are [begging you to see them free](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsukumogami), smiling with joy as they see you for the first time!