The entire character of the room instantly changes, as if transformed from a 
full-color pic into a holographic negative of black and white. The bed, the low 
platform under it, the plastic plants, practically everything in the room and 
the very substance of the room itself become somehow insubstantial, as if 
mere illusions, ghosts of solid objects in a strange, deceiving dream. Eliana 
changes too. She becomes a figure of radiant white against a background of 
darkness. Her face takes on the features of a strange, ethereal cat. The hand 
she holds extended becomes like a paw. Traceries of a white even more brilliant 
than her form coil around her neck and arm, pulsing, flowing, seething to and 
fro like a thing alive.