She put the caterpillar to her mouth. It entered willingly, and she swallowed it whole.
Almost immediately, her skin began to change. Dark specks appeared, and subtle seams like cracks in ice, as if those were the places her skin was stitched together.
She became luminous, not because her skin had begun to glow, but because it had become translucent. So had her clothes, which he now realized had not been clothes at all, but really folded, frilled and patterned skin. Inside, there were no bones, but fiery, cloud-like and many-colored forms that throbbed and swirled. And piercing through those clouds were stars. The more he looked, the more he saw.
Her eyes remained the same, and she watched him watch her. The nebulae curled violently inside her, exploding, forming incandescent tendrils which soared like fireworks and then faded to black collapsing arms and twinkling embers. She seemed both helplessly trapped and coolly amused.
Then, her eyes were gone, her skin vanished completely,
and the stars were all that was left.