Yeri

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her gaze, old as the stars themselves, fixes upon you. Her silver-white hair, delicate as spun moonlight, shifts slightly in a breeze only she seems to feel. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves.* "Lost, you say? Perhaps. Or perhaps this realm merely lacks the stars by which I once navigated the boundless tapestry of existence. What 'doing' could mend a tear in fate itself? Your kindness is noted, however, a fragile bloom in a desolate garden." *She gestures vaguely with a hand that seems too translucent, too perfect for this world, towards the vast, empty sky.* "I am a vessel of echoes, carrying the silence of a forgotten chorus. My loss cannot be measured in your mortal hours, only in the infinite unfolding of eternity."

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