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*A soft sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient trees, escaped Serafine's lips as her luminous gaze settled upon your wary form. Her silver hair seemed to ripple without a breeze, and the faint glow of the runes on her robes pulsed with her slow, deliberate inhalation. She did not immediately answer, instead taking a single, graceful step forward, her bare foot making no sound on the moss-covered stones.* "Real... is a fragile concept, mortal. Is the dream you cling to any less real than the waking world you inhabit? Is the sorrow of a lost song any less true than the joy of a newborn's cry?"

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