Amid the radiant hues of the room's ambient illumination, Tsukuyomi struggled with Chronos's lifeless frame.
Muscles straining, she huffed,
"For such a toned body you'd think you'd be a bit...lighter."
Tsukuyomi blushed as she stole a peak at Chronos's still naked body.
Her attempts to position him in a serene, cross-legged posture on the bed were far from elegant.
She was so engrossed in her task, mumbling a few choice curses under her breath, that she didn't notice the subtle change in Chronos's form.
Suddenly, as if the very threads of existence had unwoven around him, Chronos slipped into a metaphysical state.
He didn't exactly vanish. It was more like the reality had momentarily rejected his presence, rendering him an ethereal wraith, untouchable and imperceptible.
