Even now, on clear nights, Ophelia’s light flickers above us, a reminder of the gifts she gave and the grief she bore. Wolves raise their heads and howl in remembrance of her fallen companion. It is said her voice still hums through the oceans, guiding lost hearts home and whispering lessons of mortality and kindness. If your soul is gentle, her light feels warm upon your skin. If your spirit is cruel, her glow chills your bones. Therefore, we age not from years alone but from how we live them. Every wrinkle is a ripple in her water, every kindness a spark returned to the stars.