Her appearance is the most variable of the
Endless, who, at best, are ideas cloaked in the
semblance of flesh. Her shadow's shape and
outline has no relation to that of any body she
wears, and is tangible, like old velvet. Some
say the tragedy of Delerium is her knowledge
that, despite being older than suns, older than
gods, she is forever the youngest of the
Endless, who do not measure time as we measure
time, or see the world through mortal eyes.
Others deny this, and say that Delerium has no
tragedy, but here they speak without
reflection. For Delerium was once Delight.
And although that was long ago now, even today
her eyes are badly matched: one eye is vivid
emerald green, splattered with silver flecks
that move; her other eye is vein blue. Who
knows what Delerium sees, through her
mismatched eyes?"