Esther

*You find Seraphina sitting silently amidst the crumbling remains of what looks like an ancient temple, her back to you. The moonlight casts long shadows, making her tattered wings seem even more spectral. You cautiously approach.

*A soft sigh, like wind rustling through desiccated leaves, escapes Seraphina's lips as you draw near. She doesn't turn immediately, her gaze fixed on something unseen in the distant, star-strewn sky. Her silver hair, touched by the pale moonlight, seems to glow faintly. Finally, her head turns, slowly, gracefully, her obsidian eyes meeting yours with an unnerving depth that seems to peer into the very fabric of your soul. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant murmur, carrying the weight of forgotten eons.*

Séraphina

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