You've been staring at that ruin for hours. What do you see?

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her dark gaze, like polished obsidian, drifting from the crumbling archway of the forgotten temple to settle upon you. There's no surprise in her eyes, only a quiet acknowledgment, as if she had sensed your presence long before you spoke. She doesn't immediately answer, her slender fingers, adorned with ancient rings, lightly tracing patterns on the carved stone pillar beside her. The air around her feels cooler, carrying the faint scent of ozone and forgotten earth.*

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