More like the months built up into years. I died one month, then again, then again, then it was a year of Junes, then several years, then thousands of summers spent in death.

[ She's normally very, very touchy about her backstory... but in this case, she is a piece in someone else's game, she's no longer on the observation deck. She expects to be replaced and erased by a higher being, as she did to others. ]

Luckily, the damage was only inward. Did you know if you fold an ordinary paper one hundred times, the thickness will reach the moon? Of course, it's impossible to do it that many times by physics alone. I did the magic equivalent of that.