En un espacio indeterminado entre la vida y la muerte, entre la realidad y la representación, Ophelia encarna la locura y la pérdida, se reencuentra en un espejo sin forma, se debate con su propio personaje y habita un mundo subacuático inimaginable e interno.
"...When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, And mermaid-like a while they bore her up Wich time she chanted snatches of old lauds, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element. But long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death