"How should one describe this thing?"
With a restricted perspective, Gao Ming observed. The female corpse before him had indeed revived, but from her appearance, she bore no resemblance to the living. She was more like a divine piece of art, a gentle monster.
The patterns covering her body conveyed a natural beauty. She stood nearly three meters tall, her outer garments losing their vibrant colors, turning into red and white hues that melded with her skin, resembling butterfly wings.
Her white hair fell behind her, and several human faces seemed to grow across her chest and abdomen. Her belly appeared as though it could open at any moment, yet no one knew what lay within.
Her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and in them, dreams of the mortal world seemed like pollen scattering. In those eyes lay chaos, motherhood, confusion, and hope.
