"Dear maiden, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! Is it possible that a young woman's mind could fade away as easily as an old man's life?"
a mix for the lady ophelia, driven into the depths of madness. for a maiden lovely in life and lovelier in death, finding solace not in the arms of those who once loved her, but in a bed of rosemary, columbine, and rue, down in the depths of her own watery sanctuary. falling from the light, rising into the dark.