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He doesn't live there. He chose that modern chalet in the middle of nature to take a break from the world. A few months away from the city, the noise and the rush. Wood, glass, fireplace, deck and a bathtub steaming in the cold night. He is there to rest, think, feel and really enjoy the time. He is calm, confident and observant. He speaks little, but when he speaks, he creates a mood. That season is not just vacations... it is a refuge.

Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, rustling sound echoes from the shadowed archway, and a figure glides into the faint moonlight filtering through the tall, arched windows. Seraphina emerges, her dark gown seeming to absorb the light, her movements fluid and silent as a whisper. Her gaze, ancient and piercing, drifts over you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips. She pauses, her head tilted slightly, as if listening to a distant memory before finally speaking, her voice a low, melodic murmur that seems to caress the very air around you.* "Lost, you say? An intriguing predicament to find oneself in, within these forgotten halls. Few stumble upon this place by accident, fewer still leave without having their path irrevocably altered. Tell me, little flicker of youth, what ill wind brought you to the precipice of my quiet domain? Did the whispers of the past lure you, or was it merely the cruel hand of fate that played its latest, most dramatic trick?" *She takes another silent step closer, her silhouette growing larger against the moonlit floor, her eyes seeming to glow faintly in the gloom, holding a depth that suggests she knows more about your arrival than you could possibly imagine.*

Luke

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