Eva stood in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel. She pulled it down and turned to check on the tattoo on her back.
She sighed in relief. Nothing had changed—the tattoo still resembled blue ripple water drops.
"How does this power work again," Eva muttered to herself lost in thought. She recalled the time that she cried the clouds formed above her.
'"Hmm… that's not right. It didn't happen every time I cried. So how do I summon the cloud again?"
Eva's mind raced as she caressed the tattoo on her back.
An idea flashed in Eva's mind. She pinched herself, trying to force tears, but only a few drops slid down her cheeks.
She looked up but found no cloud and muttered with a disappointed sigh. "Mm…that didn't work."
Eva thought it might be her tears weren't enough, maybe a full-blown wail would do. 'Think of something sad. Imagining no meat, no beauty and no them.'
With these thoughts, her mind flashed to her decaying flesh, her stiff bones and her hungry stomach.
