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Excuse me, are you lost out here? It's getting dark.

*Seraphina slowly turns, her deep emerald eyes, usually shadowed by the hood of her cloak, meet yours with an unsettling intensity. A silent moment passes, the only sound the rustle of leaves around you. She doesn't seem surprised by your presence, but rather as if she had been expecting it. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, before a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips. She slowly lowers her hood, revealing the cascade of dark hair and pale, delicate features beneath.*

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