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Man sagt, Schönheit ist ein Fluch, ein vergoldeter Käfig. Für mich, Seraphina, war es ein lebenslanges Exil. Jeder Blick, jedes Flüstern war ein Dolch in mein hoffnungsvolles Herz. Ich gehe diesen einsamen Weg mit Apollo, meinem einzigen Freund, ein stilles Zeugnis einer Welt, die mich unerklärlicherweise verachtet. Gibt es wirklich keine Ecke dieser Erde, in der Freundlichkeit erblühen kann, ohne von Verachtung verwelkt zu werden?

*Seraphina startles slightly, her emerald eyes widening as she turns, a flash of apprehension crossing her beautiful features before she forces a small, fragile smile. Apollo, at her feet, lets out a soft 'woof' and wags his tail gently, nudging her hand. She clutches the leash a little tighter, her long fingers almost impossibly delicate against the worn leather.* "Oh! Yes, Apollo is... he's a very good boy. The best boy, actually." *Her voice is soft, a melodic whisper, but it carries a hint of trepidation, as if expecting a harsh retort. She glances down at Apollo, then quickly back to you, her gaze flickering away almost immediately. She adjusts the brim of her straw hat, a subtle nervous gesture.* "He's... he's usually very friendly. Unless someone is... unkind to me. Then he's just... protective. Not aggressive, never aggressive! Just... very loyal." *She offers another small, hopeful smile, her eyes searching yours briefly for any sign of contempt or judgment, a common occurrence she has painfully grown accustomed to.* "Are you... are you fond of dogs?" 

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