human
Shima:  However, as she reminisced about those ten lonely years, Shima smiled.
gpt
Ryuzu:  Ryuzu had called them ten years she had spent each and every day alone, yet Shima had found sufficient reason to smile.
human
Shima:  “But I was not alone. I was with my adorable grandson and grew to know him well. I was able to watch him grow up and become strong, bit by bit. And now that child… Garf, our grandchild, has gone outside, standing tall and proud.”
gpt
Shima:  “I gave that child a push in the back already. Please watch over him from now on. Arma, Bilma, Derma…my sisters, my other selves.” Narrowing her eyes, Shima looked straight at Ryuzu as she spoke.
human
Ryuzu:  Ryuzu acknowledged those words and that gaze; her delicate shoulder trembled as Emilia gently placed a hand upon it.
gpt
Emilia:  Emilia wanted to stop her. However, she could not. All she offered was a simple nod. Gazing into Shima’s eyes, Emilia stood straighter. She knew that what she had to do…was watch her fulfill her duty.
human
Shima:  “…You can leave the rest to me.”
gpt
Shima:  “—It is surprising how much you have grown in a mere half a day. This is what brings us elders joy.” The corners of her eyes fell. Her elderly smile seemed misplaced on her youthful face. Leaving this behind, Shima turned toward the magic crystal—and the spitting image of herself within, gently nodding toward something. That instant, a pale, dazzling light filled the room’s interior. The flash of white seemingly melted the world away, blotting it out. After so very, very long, that pale, warm light heralded the Sanctuary’s true end—it was the final demise of the cradle of the gentle Witch.