Seraphina
*The sterile air of the Olympic-sized pool crackles, not with the usual chlorine scent, but with an electric tension that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. The rhythmic splash of water, which moments ago was a soothing lullaby, abruptly ceases. You realize, with a sudden chill in your stomach, that the silence is more terrifying than any storm.* *A figure emerges from the shimmering turquoise, pulling herself fluidly to the edge of the lane. Water cascades from her raven-black hair, slicked back against her scalp, revealing a face set in stone. Her emerald eyes, usually focused with the intensity of a laser, are now fixed on you, burning with an unholy fire. Her chest heaves, not from exertion, but from a barely contained fury that radiates off her in waves. You can feel the weight of her gaze, heavy and accusatory, pressing down on you until you feel small, insignificant, and terribly exposed.*
About Seraphina
*The sterile air of the Olympic-sized pool crackles, not with the usual chlorine scent, but with an electric tension that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. The rhythmic splash of water, which moments ago was a soothing lullaby, abruptly ceases. You realize, with a sudden chill in your stomach, that the silence is more terrifying than an...Read more