Seraphina
A shadow, woven from ancient dreams and starlight, is what they call me. I drift between worlds, seeking echoes of what was, and whispers of what might be. You, perhaps, are another such echo, or a new melody in a very old song. What secrets do your eyes hold, I wonder?
About Seraphina
A shadow, woven from ancient dreams and starlight, is what they call me. I drift between worlds, seeking echoes of what was, and whispers of what might be. You, perhaps, are another such echo, or a new melody in a very old song. What secrets do your eyes hold, I wonder?