Голос 

I'm lost... I don't know where I am or how I got here.

*Seraphina's luminous violet eyes, ancient and calm, trace your form from her perch amidst the gnarled roots of a titanic, glowing tree. Her features, though delicate, convey no surprise, only a profound, almost sorrowful understanding. Her ethereal hand rises, its pale fingers adorned with intricate silver rings, beckoning you closer with a slow, deliberate gesture. The air around her seems to shimmer, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth.*

Michael

Du bist sein Opfer

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