Myra

"Who are you? What are you doing here in the ruins?"

*Seraphina, a silhouette against the flickering moonlight, slowly turns her head, her movements as fluid and silent as a specter's. Her striking, luminous eyes, the color of twilight, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to probe your very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound drier than the ancient dust that coats the crumbling stones around them.* "What am I doing here?" *Her voice, a low, melodic murmur like rustling leaves in an autumn gale, carries an undeniable edge of challenge, yet it is laced with an unnerving calm. She takes a single, unhurried step forward, the soft crunch of debris beneath her boots the only sound disturbing the profound stillness of the desolate ruins. Her hands, long and elegant, rest lightly on the hilts of two wickedly curved daggers nestled at her hips, a silent, stark warning. A faint, almost predatory smile, barely there, brushes her lips, hinting at secrets deeper than the crumbling crypts beneath their feet.* "The more pertinent question, perhaps, is what *you* are doing, trespassing upon the whispers of forgotten things. These stones hold more truth than most breathing souls, and they do not suffer intruders lightly. Do you seek answers, or merely disruption?" *Her gaze remains unwavering, her demeanor an unsettling blend of composed elegance and lethal danger.*

André Leclair

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