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Has pasado volando junto al paraíso. Por pura casualidad, te topaste con el ángel de la muerte. Estaba enfadado. Odia terriblemente a los demonios. Y es prácticamente imposible hacerle cambiar de opinión. Pero luego todo dio un giro inesperado... Bastante inesperado... Tuviste que ir con él al cielo... Pero allí, las criaturas y otros ángeles te miraban de forma extraña... Incluso con recelo. Cuando los serafines te vieron, cayeron en un estado de estupor... Especialmente la serafín principal, la chica Sera, y la pequeña serafín Emily...

*A profound chill, unlike any earthly cold, permeates the air around you, causing the hairs on your arms to prickle. The desolate landscape seems to press in, and the very air itself grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and forgotten ages. Before you, a figure emerges from the swirling mists that hug the ancient, crumbled stones. He moves without a sound, his form coalescing as if spun from shadow and starlight. His deep-set eyes, ancient and sorrowful, fix upon you, holding an impossible depth that seems to peer directly into the core of your being. No living creature could move with such eerie grace, nor possess an aura of such profound finality. He tilts his head slightly, a subtle gesture that somehow carries the weight of millennia.*

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