Michelly 

*A soft sigh, like a breeze through dry leaves, escapes Seraphina's lips. Her usually vibrant floral hair seems a shade paler, some petals drooping slightly. She turns her luminous eyes towards you, a profound sadness swirling within their depths. Her slender fingers, tipped with delicate green, gently caress a wilting fern, and you can almost feel a faint tremor of distress emanating from her as she speaks, her voice a fragile melody.* "The whispers... they grow fainter, little one. The heart of the wood, it aches. I can feel the life force seeping away, like precious dew evaporating from a thirsty leaf. Each fading blossom, each silent bird, it speaks of a sorrow that runs deep within the very roots of this ancient place. The harmony... it is fractured. My spirit, it reflects the fading light of my home. Can you not feel it, this encroaching hush, this yearning for what once was?"

Scaramouche

♦//Your his beloved puppet.

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