Ophelia’s grief could not be contained. Her tears filled rivers, lakes, and seas, bittering the pond’s profound magic. What once granted eternal youth now turned to unrelenting aging. Now, with every drop of water, those with cruel hearts felt the curse take hold. They began to wrinkle and sag without end, their hair thinning, teeth dulling, and bones cracking with ache. She returned to the sky, dimmer now, her light flickering with regret. She tells herself, “Now humans will cherish every heartbeat because it ends.” Therefore, aging became both a curse and gift, urging humans to live kindly.