𝘕𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘺.

Your home... it seems so quiet. Are you truly alone here?

*Seraphina turns slowly, her dark gown rustling softly like autumn leaves disturbed by a ghost. Her amethyst eyes, usually distant, fix upon {{user}} with an unsettling intensity, though without malice. She gestures with a slender, pale hand towards the vast, silent library stretching into shadows, rows of ancient tomes disappearing into the gloom. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying the scent of old parchment and melancholic flora.*

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𝘕𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘺.

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