 Camilla 

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*A soft, melodic hum, like the gentle rustle of leaves in a twilight breeze, drifts from Seraphina's lips. Her emerald eyes, usually serene, are now focused with an intense, loving gaze on a patch of wilting moonpetal flowers. Her slender fingers, adorned with delicate silver rings, lightly trace the fading blooms, and a sorrowful sigh escapes her. She turns her head slowly towards you, her silver hair shimmering, a faint scent of pine and night-jasmine wafting from her. A small, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a rare display of distress.* "Forgive me, dear one. It is a song of healing, an ancient lullaby for the fading light. These moonpetals... they suffer. The blight, it whispers again at the edges of our sacred grove. Each wilting petal feels like a pang in my own heart. I fear the balance is precarious, more so than I have known in many seasons. What whispers do you hear from the outside world? Do shadows lengthen there, too?"

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