Meet Ophelia. The perpetual dreamer. Reading her book by the rocky shore. Flirting with the waves. In a blissful world of her own creation. Completely content in the moment. Too perfect for mere mortals to touch. Like an eclipse, a phenomenon only seen through a lense. To witness such a celestial event with the naked eye would blind forever. Leaving only the memory of the most perfect site, forever burned in brains and retnas.