“The girl from the mirror was, how can I put it more precisely... There is a common phrase: “indescribable beauty.” Here it is. Not in a fairy tale, not by pen, only interjections. The succubus acted on sensuality, the mermaid pressed on pity, and the new visitor simply collected in herself all the best that could be imagined. Something like Lisa, as my mind's eye has seen her so far. Bottomless eyes beckoned, the figure dreamed of friendship with the palms, white clothes, unfamiliar with gravity, flowed around the body like fog over the rocks. Hair? Igor didn’t know the names of the colors that changed, shone and shimmered, forcing him to squint and not allowing him to look away. And I didn’t know this hairstyle. Can you imagine an alien? If yes, and he is female, and beautiful as hell, then the hairstyle is exactly like his...”