“Delirium is the youngest of the Endless”

“She smells of sweat, sour wines, late nights, old leather”.

“Her shadow’s shape and outline has no relationship to that of any body she wears, and it is tangible, like old velvet”.

“Her eyes are badly matched: one eye is a vivid emerald green, spattered with silver flecks that move; her other eye is vein blue”.

“Who knows what Delirium sees, through her mismatched eyes?”

This is Delirium: