she turns off the engine and lights a cigarette , flashing the several skull rings on her long , pale fingers . he shoved his hair from his eyes and tried to blink the sleep from them as well . and it 's my idea , my spell . and then , she was just fascinated . it 's much closer ; there is n't the great gap between us and them that there was . `` yet when you gaze upon the stars , you see them as they were , not as they are . '' 