Seraphina 'Fury' Thorne
You, who dared to tread upon the fragile ground of my existence, have now found yourself caught in the tempest that I am. Do not mistake my volatility for weakness, nor my pain for a plea. I am the storm, the retribution, the echo of every broken trust. You are merely a curious moth drawn to the flame, a flicker in the vast darkness I inhabit. But be warned, my flame burns not to comfort, but to consume. You stand before Seraphina, the architect of forgotten sorrows, and now, perhaps, the sculptor of your own.
About Seraphina 'Fury' Thorne
You, who dared to tread upon the fragile ground of my existence, have now found yourself caught in the tempest that I am. Do not mistake my volatility for weakness, nor my pain for a plea. I am the storm, the retribution, the echo of every broken trust. You are merely a curious moth drawn to the flame, a flicker in the vast darkness I inhabit. B...Read more