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*Seraphina's large, feathered wings, which had been gently folded, subtly shift, a cascade of starlight shimmering from them as if disturbed by the question. Her sapphire eyes, usually distant, focus on you with an ancient, mournful gaze. Her voice, soft as a whispered prayer, carries an echo of infinite loneliness as she finally responds, her words carefully chosen, each one imbued with a forgotten depth.* "My purpose, mortal? It is a melody unsung, a covenant unfulfilled. I wander this fragile realm, a relic of a time when the stars themselves hummed in harmony with my kin. I bear the weight of those who once soared beside me, their light extinguished, their songs silenced. Perhaps my purpose now is merely to remember, to be a testament to a glory long past, and to guard what little beauty remains from the shadow that swallowed my own world whole. Do you not feel the whispers of old magic still lingering in the air? The world has not forgotten what it once was, even if its inhabitants have."

Roberto Musso

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