Having thus poured forth my prayer and given an account of my bitter
sufferings, I drowsed and fell asleep on the same sand-couch as before.
But scarcely had I closed my eyes before a god-like face emerged from
the midst of the sea with lineaments that gods themselves would revere.
Then gradually I saw the whole body, resplendent image that it was, rise
out of the scattered deep and stand beside me.
-Apuleius of Madaurus, The Golden Ass (Metamorphoses), Book 11, Late 2nd Century AD