As the baby speedily grew in age, the thunderclouds dissipated just as fast. Soon, when the child reached the 2 years old milestone, only thin layer of vapor and thunder separated the outside world and this inner splendor. As the sheet was thinning, however, the harsh sunlight suddenly dimmed, like a flashlight running out of juice. In a blink of an eye, only a faint light remained of the yellow brilliance. Along with the drop in the Sunshine's luminosity was the emergence of pink flower tattoo with 12 petals on his left chest-side. The tattoo perfectly resembled the Immortal Chrysanthemum before the Sun's Primordial Qi rap—, uh, entered it. The only difference was that the tattoo version had only 12 petals.
