Belladonna's vision turned black, as her eyes shifted in appearance. Their usual colour peeled back, revealing a pair of glowing emerald eyes beneath, with vertical slitted pupils.
When her vision returned, Belladonna found herself staring at... herself. The world had turned various shades of grey, with the shadows becoming heavy and moving like black flames, and looking as if they had been painted with a heavy ink brush that left streaks and blotches everywhere.
Besides this, every shadow seemed alive, including her own, and she could almost swear that she could see the faces of people, or something decidedly not-people, hiding within them. But Belladonna was too distracted to care much about those strange faces, as she lifted her hand and waved to herself.
She couldn't help but giggle as she watched herself through the eyes of her trusty familiar, Beans. For some reason it was simply more amusing than anything a mirror could provide.
