Her eyes reflected madness. They looked jammed as if flushed with soreness. Nothing could tamper them. One could hammer nails into her eyes.
They were harder though. Hammers, saws, knives would bend. No valyrian steel magic would work. They were Stones harder than stones. Bulb like shells, uncracked, untouched, with layers rampant, alien-black. She had to let it go. Her organs craved for spaces, invisible and abundant spaces. She had to let everything rush out. That's when shadow cried acids and eroded herself.