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Winona explained when she heard Ryan's request. "A mermaid-skin mask?" Ryan repeated, puzzled. He knew of a fabric called mermaid silk, light as a spiderweb and resistant to water. However, it was a rare and expensive material. Winona nodded. "A mermaid-skin mask is the finest form of disguise. It's breathable, fits snugly to the face, doesn't fall off easily, and works well even in rain. It feels and looks just like real skin, whether you look at it or touch it.

Lab day was always a bit nerve-racking anyway, and she hadn’t set herself up to make it any easier. “What you see before you is an incubator,” Mother Swan was saying, placing her hands on either side of the clear glastic container in front of her. Glastic, a substance created right before WWIII, was a product that contained the strength of plastic with the clarity of glass, and it was Rain’s understanding that there was nothing known to womankind that could shatter it.

Sienna whispered. Crystal felt the familiar weight leave the bridge of her nose. The thick, plastic frames—her armor for ten years—were gone. The makeup was applied with the precision of a fine artist. They laid a light, luminous base that made her skin look like porcelain, adding a touch of charcoal at the corners of her eyes to make the violet-blue pop. It highlighted the high cheekbones and straight Laurent nose she had inherited. "Open them," Isabelle whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Now I can scrutinize myself freely” Mane remarked as he stood within the walls of the relatively large bathroom. There was a bucket of water right next to him, and a large rectangular crystal called a Reflection Crystal bound to the wall that served a similar function to a mirror. Although the image that appeared in the crystal wasn’t as clear as a mirror image, it was pretty good and would serve the purpose for which Mane wanted it to.

It was made of thermal microns that kept the enclosure at a constant temperature. He raised his hands to touch his mother’s hand but it met with cold glass. He glared at the screen showing his mother’s hologram. He wanted to wake up next to his momma and not some stupid screen. He pouted and picked the showpiece kept on the headstand and threw at it with a scowl. There was a loud crash as the glass on the screen cracked in the pattern of a spider web. Zuben watched with distaste as the glass of the screen repaired itself. Within moments it was as good as new.

My head turns around to glance at his freezing jaw with a lazy, unbothered expression after hearing his breath catch in his throat. "Your alpha brain must be deeply surprised." My fingers play with the stretchy edges of the fake mask in my lap. "My own expression was completely similar to yours when my hands first obtained this potion skin from the secret traders. However, this mask still carries its own major drawbacks. Although its pores are waterproof against rain, the material will wrinkle up the exact second it meets slightly warm water, making it incredibly uncomfortable to wear on my cheeks." Riven’s silver pupils are firmly glued to my bare skin, finding it absolutely impossible to t

As they approached each booth, they found glass display cases, each one showcasing an array of captivating crystals in all shapes and sizes. One stall, in particular, drew Joe's attention. Inside the glass case were rows of flat, clear glass rectangular tiles, appearing like delicate and transparent laptops. Each tile consisted of two layers: a solid glass front and a mosaic of smaller tiles behind it, creating a mesmerizing play of colors and patterns. The tiles came in various sizes, ranging from small ones measuring 6 inches long, 4 inches wide, and 1 inch thick to larger ones measuring 16 inches long, 12 inches wide, and 2 inches thick. Every tile bore the same color, yet each held a uni

In the bronze mirror she saw a girl with her eyebrows slightly, her eyes were clear and watery, then From the tan there was no redness, itching or traces, and his worries disappeared. The sun has been stronger these days, and she was busy helping Maria without time to worry about anything else. Fortunately, she used balm on her face every night, which did not cause red pimples on her face like in her previous life. She got up and opened a porcelain box with a delicate picture of a beautiful girl's fan, dipped some light green crystal facial butter that she made from fresh mountain tea leaves, wiped it on her hands, face and neck, and then climbed into bed to catch up on some sleep.

Zivon himself scanned his face in front of a digital panel… and shortly after, the door opened, allowing the duo in… Once they were inside, they passed by several areas that were made from some kind of glistening material… And though Xavia couldn’t see her reflection, she could tell that the material was somehow amplifying how bright it was inside this place. In the end, she couldn’t help but ask, “…What is this glassy material even made of…?” “Oh, those are diamonds.” Almost gagging in shock, the surprised woman replied, “D-diamonds?!” Was this institute that rich?! A single carat was expensive enough, yet this place…

The kind of tension only family can cause. “My goodness,” Vivienne exclaims, running her fingers along the etched stem of her wine glass. “Is this real crystal? It must be. So clear. So refined. We had something similar back home—though it was plastic, of course.” She laughs loudly, glancing around for approval. Kira’s lips tighten. Naomi, sitting across from her, almost chokes on a grape.