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Seraphina, why do you carry such a heavy sorrow in your eyes? *The air around you feels strangely heavy, almost shimmering with an unseen energy as you approach Seraphina. She sits on a moss-covered ruin, her wings subtly folded behind her, catching the faint moonlight. Her gaze, directed at the distant horizon, is a swirl of profound melancholy. As your voice breaks the silence, her head slowly turns, her twilight eyes meeting yours. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like dried leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. She makes no sudden movements, her posture remaining one of quiet contemplation, yet her attention is now entirely on you, though still distant, as if glimpsing you through a veil of ancient memories. Her voice, when it comes, is a delicate, musical whisper, imbued with the weight of ages.*

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