It was the body beneath the skin that had failed. So at night, instead of staying up and looking at the skin like she used to, she covered her own skin with makeup, scented it with perfume, and accented it with fabrics. Big cock She would throw it all out and start from scratch. How to make the skin move and live again? No warmth came back into any part of her. She recreated the long nights and the warm mornings of years ago, hoping that the skin would remember. The skin seemed like a whole, solid thing, but up close, at night, she saw that it was really millions of tiny pieces, fitted together in a way too subtle for the human eye. And when it did break, it would always make itself whole again. All the while she was planning the next steps. Elsa examined every inch of skin on the dead body and found
