Clara ate more dried strips of possum and drank more water, resting her tired body. She closed her eyes, leaning back to face the slowly rising sun. There she pushed her weariness away from her, telling her body not to feel tired.

It was only a few minutes longer before Clara felt well rested and the photosensitive threading in her body stocking had turned the warm outfit from black to white. Even her face makeup had changed. And when she opened her eyes, it took only a few blinks before these two had changed from darkest black to brightest white.