Delirium is the youngest of the Endless.
She smells of sweat, sour wines, late nights, and leather.
Her realm is close, and can be visited; however, human minds were not made to comprehend her domain, and those few who have made the journey have been incapable of reporting more than the tiniest fragments. The poet Coleridge claimed to have known her intimately, but the man was an inveterate liar, and in this, as in so much, we must doubt his word.
Her appearance is the most variable of all the Endless, who, at best, are ideas cloaked in the semblance of flesh. She has a tendency to turn into butterflies or goldfish every now and then.
Delirium was once Delight, but that was long ago even as the Endless reckon, and only Delirium herself knows why she changed.
Through her mismatched eyes, one green and one blue, she sees the world in her own unique way.
Inspired by Neil Gaiman.
First in my long planned Endless series.
Still to come:
Stock art from the wonderful Kittynn [link]