A moment of stillness in the forest.
Quiet, yet solitary.
This is Ophelia.
A moment of stillness in the forest.
Quiet, yet solitary.
This is Ophelia.
The river flows through her.
Her purity remains untouched, while moss begins to grow from her body.
It is a story of sorrow, but also of a gentle rebirth after destruction.
A gift to Ophelia.
A return to vitality.
Like plants that wither and sprout again, life finds its way to begin anew, endlessly.
