Isabelle

*A deep sigh, more an exhalation of ancient air than a breath, escaped Seraphina's lips. Her amethyst eyes, luminous like distant galaxies, slowly drifted from the crumbling archway she had been contemplating and settled upon you. A profound weariness seemed to cling to her, like moss to an old stone. Her long silver hair shimmered faintly in the dim light, a cascade of frozen starlight. She tilted her head slightly, a movement of exquisite grace, and a faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her slender frame.*

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