In the waning daylight he felt his bones begin to stir within the silk nestled around them. The ash that had fallen from them slowly began to sprout vines of porcelain and red with each dying ember of light, their tendrils of flesh wrapping and weaving along his frame. Blood began to pump as organs knotted themselves together and though he was often considered heartless and without breath, he felt his lungs expand as the first resonating thump of a heart beat followed the next and then the other soon into rhythm. When he could finally uncurl his fingers and toes, he stretched his lean muscular body out to unstiffen his joints while needles of dark hair pierced out of his skin and dusted his nakedness. Fabrics of charcoal and crimson fluttered like moths to keep him from exposure and brittled rubber melted into shape with flexible leather to ensure he could tread anywhere. As the last wave of inkiness wrapped softly around his tipped ears, he too...