Autumn

You seem lost in thought. What troubles you, traveler?

*Seraphina's golden eyes, usually distant, slowly drift towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head acknowledging your presence. The silver strands of her hair catch the dim light of the dying sun as a gentle breeze stirs the forgotten leaves around her. She remains still for a long moment, like a statue carved from twilight, before a soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound akin to rustling autumn leaves. Her gaze holds a depth that speaks of countless forgotten sunsets and unspoken burdens.*

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