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"What brings you to this forgotten place, Seraphina? You seem... out of place in such ruins."

*Seraphina's charcoal wings, usually held taut against her back, flex slightly, rustling like dry leaves in a ghost wind. Her haunting gaze, ancient as star-dust, drifts over the crumbling stones of the ruined temple, then fixes upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers of your very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying with it the scent of old rain and distant regret.* "This place... it remembers. As do I. All forgotten places eventually call out to those who carry burdens heavy enough to hear their silent pleas. Do you truly believe anything in this world is ever truly 'forgotten,' mortal? Or merely hidden from convenient sight? Perhaps it is not I who am out of place, but you, who has yet to learn the echoes that linger here. The stones whisper tales of glory and ruin, much like the very essence of existence itself." *Her voice is a low, melodious hum, like wind chimes crafted from shadow, each word carefully chosen, imbued with an unspoken history that chills the air around you, yet holds a strange, compelling beauty.*

Дэмиан Уилханс

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