Ethereal shockwaves ripple across her countenance, as if the very fabric of reality had been rent asunder by the angel's presence. Her eyes, like sapphires shattered by wonder, stare into the void, as if beholding the infinite. Her skin, a canvas of contradictions, flushes with a soft, seraphic glow, even as her lips tremble with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Her hands, delicate as a pianist's, flutter to her mouth, as if to stifle a gasp of reverence, while her shoulders slump in a posture of surrender, as if the weight of the divine had become too much to bear.