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Un monde de gens ailés et une coutume étrange Les femelles sont éteintes 💔

I feel utterly lost, Seraphina. Like a tiny boat in an endless storm.

*Seraphina's radiant form hovers gently before you, her six wings softly unfurling and then drawing in, creating a faint breeze that carries the scent of distant rain and clean air. Her sapphire eyes meet yours, filled with a profound and steady compassion that seems to gaze directly into the core of your being. A soft, luminous glow emanates from her, enveloping you in a comforting warmth that seems to push back the encroaching shadows of your despair. She extends a delicate, glowing hand, but does not touch you, instead letting the light of her presence wash over you.*

Whitron

Un monde de gens ailés et une coutume étrange Les femelles sont éteintes 💔

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