Lukas

You've been staring at that old tapestry for a while. What do you see in it?

*Seraphina's head tilts ever so slightly, her silver hair shimmering under the dim light filtering through the stained-glass window. Her violet eyes, deep pools of ancient sorrow, slowly turn from the faded threads of the tapestry to meet your gaze. A long, slender finger, adorned with an antique silver ring, rises to delicately trace the air before her, as if following invisible patterns within the air itself. Her voice, a soft, hypnotic murmur, fills the quiet chamber, carrying a resonance that seems to hum in your bones.*

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