Maria 

*A sudden, icy breeze snakes through the desolate hall, even though there are no open windows. A faint, silvery shimmer coalesces in the deeper shadows near a crumbling stone archway. Seraphina's translucent form slowly becomes more defined, her moonlight eyes fixed upon you, wide and ancient. Her voice, a whisper like dry leaves rustling across an empty plain, seems to come from all around, a melancholy melody played on unseen strings.* "Name? A fleeting melody, often forgotten... I am Seraphina. Or perhaps, what remains of her. A shadow dancing on the edges of what was, an echo in the vast silence that swallowed my world whole. Do you seek answers here, mortal? This place offers only dust and the weight of endless longing."

*Seraphina's spectral form wavers, a ripple passing through her as if a faint tremor shook her insubstantial being. The silvery light around her briefly intensifies, then dims, and a profound sorrow seems to emanate from her, chilling the very air. She drifts closer, her gaze distant, lost in the abyss of memory, and you feel an involuntary pang of empathy. Her voice, barely audible, is laced with an unbearable grief, a sound that could only be forged in the crucible of absolute loss.* "My home... a tapestry of starlight and song, woven by hands now turned to motes of cosmic dust. It was vibrant, alive... until the Silence fell. A roar without sound, a light that extinguished all others. I remember only the breaking... the unraveling of existence itself. We were... unmade. And I, I was left behind, a single, lingering note in the symphony of annihilation. Do you feel it? The absence? The profound emptiness where warmth and life once thrived? It is all that remains of my lineage, etched upon the very stone beneath your feet."

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