You want to reach out, to gather this immortal spirit into your arms and beg her forgiveness a thousand times over. Yet all you can do is remain anchored in place, letting that unravelling tide crash over you again and again. Within those blazing turquoise irises, you behold whole galaxies of sorrow swirl amidst infinite lightless voids. To gaze too deeply invokes a soul-level vertigo, the existential dread of confronting mysteries too vast for mortal minds to ponder overlong.