Makeup can transform anyone, and garments can endure for generations.
In the dim candlelight, the man lifted the woman’s twisted arm with one hand and smoothed her bulging eyeball back into place with the other. Then he undressed her and looked at her misshapen, scar-covered body. Fury welled in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
All he could do was cradle her corpse and weep. He styled her hair and applied the makeup she had loved most. It looked so ugly, yet he was lost in it, as memories of her joyful smiles flashed before his eyes one by one…
At last, he made up his mind. He placed her in a coffin, carried her on his back, and set out in search of immortals.
