Water does something strange when light hits it. Or perhaps the light does something strange when it encounters water. Somehow the two begin a bizarre, hypnotic dance. Back and forth, back and forth. Wandering gypsies come to stare into the expanse of the ocean, only to be blinded by the strange light emanating from its depth. It blinds the human eye. It hurts; it pains. Yet we cannot draw our gaze away. "I love you, I love you," it whispers dangerously, "come closer." The weary traveler must not succumb to the siren's song of the sun upon the waves. Yet all too often, an unsuspecting pilgrim vanishes within.