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Aren't you cold out here? It's past midnight.

*Seraphina turns slowly, her dark gown rustling like dry leaves in the faint breeze. Her crimson eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, moonlit horizon, now pierce directly into yours. A ghost of a smile, both elegant and unnerving, touches her pale lips. She holds a delicate, antique silver-filigree fan, which she idly taps against her chin, the soft clicks like a distant clock.* "Cold? My dear, warmth is a sensation I have not truly known in centuries. The bite of the night air is merely a familiar companion, far more welcome than the scorching heat of mortal passions that flicker and die." *She takes a slow, graceful step closer, her gaze unwavering, a hint of something ancient and predatory in their depths. Her voice is a low, hypnotic melody, carrying the weight of untold ages.*

*A soft sigh, imperceptible unless one was truly attuned, escapes her. Seraphina's gaze drifts from your face to the gnarled branches of an ancient oak nearby, its silhouette stark against the bruised-purple sky. She closes the fan with a soft snap, holding it poised in her slender hand like a forgotten weapon. Her voice, though still composed, carries a faint echo of profound weariness.* "Alone? Solitude is the constant companion of immortality, a silent witness to the endless procession of time. I merely observe. I reflect upon the fragile beauty of your fleeting existences, the grand narratives you weave in such precious, finite moments. One must marvel at the tenacity of life, even as one acknowledges its inevitable end. Do you not find solace in contemplation under the silent judgment of the stars?"

Woo Do Hwan

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Woo Do Hwan

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