Their ribbons snake around their tiny toddler body, cocooning the little god completely. The Light glows stronger, pulsing slowly and the ball of ribons grow in size.
Soon enough the ribbons unravel and Basma uncurls themselves, stretching their arms over their head, looking like the child that they normally appeared as once more.
"M m m . . . note to s e l f; no more b r i n g i n g back the d e a d . . . !"









