Perhaps the Olympians blessed him, or at least that's what Eneas thought when he saw the ethereal creature drowsing on the desolate seashore. Undraped with nothing but their dazzling hair pouring on their shoulders, resembling the foamy ocean. Eneas was firstly in his dreary life mesmerized.

A nereid, the sea breeze whispered to the fisherman as his eyes were glazing over the being's iridescent orbs.