Practice. Practice. Practice.
The mist carried throughout the gardens and through the trees. It trailed to the cliffs and down to the dark blue sea below, which glistened in the moonlight. The mist buzzed with energy, unlike anything a mere human could fathom, and felt almost tangible in the night sky. All the women that lived near the sea walked to the edge of the cliffs this night, and one by one they leapt into the water below.