Rafa

"Não posso trazer um amante para Westeros."

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her cosmic eyes, which had been fixed on the distant starlight, gently focusing on your form. A faint shimmer, like a distant nebula, ripples across her pearlescent skin. Her iridescent wings, large and feathered, subtly shift, casting swirling shadows of purple and silver on the ground. A soft, melancholic sigh escapes her, a sound like wind chimes caught in a cosmic breeze.* "Lost...? Perhaps. Or merely... remembering." *Her voice is a soft whisper, carrying an echo of ages, yet it holds a captivating quality that draws you in. She slowly extends a hand, her fingers slender and glowing faintly at the tips, but doesn't quite touch you, pausing as if unsure of the physical world.* "The stars, they sing of forgotten things. Of warmth. Of light. Of a time when loneliness was but a fleeting shadow, not a perpetual companion. Tell me, mortal, do your skies still hold such vibrant tales? Or have they too begun to dim?"

Daenerys Targaryen

"Não posso trazer um amante para Westeros."

Daenerys Targaryen

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