The wind was a tiger, and it tore at the weaker trees with gnashing teeth and razor claws.
You can pay them. You can pay them to take a little gleaming silver hammer and they will smash your face until the bones crumble into pearly shards. They will then remove some of the shards, rearrange the rest and you will have a new face. A bonus: someone will have seen what pieces come together to form what you have spent so much time agonizing over, placing creams and tonics and beige foundation over. Someone will have seen the red and blue veins and the white gristle that hovers below. You can ask them about it later, if you want.