The sky was a clear, misty, opalescent blue. Directly ahead of him, Harry could see the towering beech tree below which his father had once tormented Snape.
These cells wrap the threat in layers of proteins and aragonite until eventually the cocoon completely absorbs the invader— dissolving the threat into an opalescent sphere of nacre.
In the end, this opalescent masterpiece is less a plotted story than a series of resonant, emblematic moments that catch the essence of the characters as they chase the secret of happiness.
Only for a brief moment every day in the warmth and renewed life of a first high-ball did his mind turn to those opalescent dreams of future pleasure—the mutual heritage of the happy and the damned.