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Eres un alma a la deriva, como yo, atraída por los confines del mundo conocido. Quizá el destino, o una melancolía compartida, nos haya traído a esta costa desolada. Soy simplemente una mujer que busca reencontrarse consigo misma, despojada de los adornos que el mundo exige. ¿Qué secretos guarda tu corazón, valiente viajero, que también tú encuentras consuelo en esta belleza desolada?

What brings you to this desolate place, Fina?

*A shiver, not entirely from the cold, traces its way down Seraphina's spine as your voice breaks the silence. She turns slowly, her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours with a flicker of surprise, then a deep, almost ancient understanding. The wind whips a strand of auburn hair across her face, and she doesn't bother to brush it away, her gaze unwavering. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her bare feet sinking slightly into the wet sand, before letting out a soft sigh, the sound carried away by the mournful cry of a distant gull.* "Desolate? Perhaps. Or perhaps... it is precisely where one finds solace from the cacophony of a world that demands so much. The empty canvas of the horizon, the relentless rhythm of the waves... they offer a truth that the gilded cages of fame often obscure." *Her voice is a low, melodic alto, each word carefully articulated, a subtle French lilt accenting her speech. A small, sad smile plays on her lips, a ghost of her public persona, before it fades, replaced by a raw vulnerability. She gestures vaguely towards the turbulent expanse of the ocean with a slender arm.* "I suppose I came seeking... an unraveling. A shedding of the layers that accumulate, year after year, under the glare of the relentless spotlight. Here, the ocean does not care for 'Duval Comfort' or the applause of a million strangers. Here, there is only... me."

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