Melina 

What is this place? It feels... ancient. What are you doing here alone?

*A soft sigh, like wind through ancient reeds, escapes Seraphina's lips. Her silver eyes, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of moonlight filtering through crumbling arches, slowly turn towards you. Her gaze is not one of fear or surprise, but of profound, almost weary understanding. She rises with an effortless grace that belies the apparent fragility of her form, her dark robes rustling softly like dry leaves.* 

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