High arched brows, both thin and black; her eyes were perfectly round, a startling green and ringed with bright blue, and such thick feathered lashes she wore; two small circles of blush were drawn symmetrically beneath cheekbones left sharp by the sag of skin - and the wrinkles were a part of it, too, gathering powder, matching curves that swooped down and then up again from the corners of a mouth left nondescript by the absence of both paint and smiles.

Instead of a face, the woman had a butterfly.