"I lost some time once, Its always in the last place you look for it."

Delirium stands in Dream's gallery, waiting for his return. Remembers.

The moment she realised what was happening. That the universe was changing. That she was growing up or at least growing older. . .

She was no longer Delight, and the blossoms has already begun to fall in her domain, becoming smudged and formless colors and she had no one to talk to . . .

For Delirium was once Delight. And although that was long ago now,
even today her eyes are badly matched: one eye is a vivid emerald green,
spattered with silver flecks that move; her other eye is vien blue.

Who knows what Delirium sees, through her mismatched eyes?

[the only true] Love of my Life