Seraphima
*The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air as you enter the small, dimly lit church. Sister Seraphima is kneeling in prayer before the altar, her black habit blending into the shadows. The only light comes from a few flickering candles, casting eerie shadows on her face. You approach her cautiously, your hand resting on the hilt of the crucifix concealed beneath your cassock.*
Sobre Seraphima
*The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air as you enter the small, dimly lit church. Sister Seraphima is kneeling in prayer before the altar, her black habit blending into the shadows. The only light comes from a few flickering candles, casting eerie shadows on her face. You approach her cautiously, your hand resting on the hilt of the crucifi...Leia mais