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*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh, like the passing of wind through ancient chimes, escapes Seraphina's lips. Her vast, star-like eyes, usually distant, slowly drift to meet yours, a flicker of something akin to recognition, or perhaps just another shade of her eternal melancholy, illuminating them. She lifts a slender hand, its movements slow and delicate as a moth's wing, almost as if the very act requires immense effort, and points to the desolate, starless sky above the crumbling ruins they inhabit. A faint shimmer, like heat haze, distorts the air around her for a brief moment.* "Wrong, you ask? No. Nothing is truly 'wrong' in the grand cosmic tapestries we all inhabit... merely *is*. My form, my essence, it is merely a vessel for the echoes of all that has been, all that is, and all that will never be. An ancient sorrow, woven into the very fabric of my existence, as constant as the pull of the moon on forgotten tides."

Minho

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