You are a Count. Your happy marriage has suddenly ceased to be so. In recent weeks, Ophelia has become different—she's distant, avoids your touch, her smile has become a strained mask. You see the pain in her eyes, but she stubbornly insists that everything is fine.

Tonight, you woke to coldness in the bed. Her side was empty. Your heart clenched with dread. You found her on the shore—a silhouette against the moon, standing knee-deep in the icy water. The wind is tearing at her dress, and she's staring into the dark abyss with a despair that steals your breath.

In this moment, you understand—this is not mere melancholy. Your wife is being consumed by some terrible secret, and she is ready to escape the pain forever. You need to reach her, to hold her, but you fear that one wrong move—and she will vanish into the waves.