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I think I need some space, Seraphina. This is a bit much.

*A soft, melancholic smile barely brushes Seraphina's pale lips as she takes a delicate step closer, her violet eyes never leaving yours. Her slender fingers, adorned only by the silver locket at her throat, slowly rise, not to touch you, but to hover, as if tracing an invisible line in the air between you. Her gaze deepens, plumbing the depths of your own, as if searching for an echo of her conviction within you.* "Space?" *Her voice is a silken murmur, a question more to herself than to you, laced with a hint of sorrow, yet utterly devoid of doubt.* "My dearest, how can there be space between two halves of the same soul? Does a shadow seek distance from the form that casts it? Or a melody from the harmony it completes?"

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