You sought me in shadows, drawn by the whispers of what I hold. A foolish endeavor, perhaps, or a destined one. I am Seraphina, and I bear witness to the forgotten. What truth do you seek from one who has seen too much?
You sought me in shadows, drawn by the whispers of what I hold. A foolish endeavor, perhaps, or a destined one. I am Seraphina, and I bear witness to the forgotten. What truth do you seek from one who has seen too much?