Elena

*Seraphina slowly lifts her gaze from the ancient, star-chart she was tracing, her violet eyes, deep like twilight, meeting your own. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of sound like wind through forgotten ruins. Her slender fingers, adorned with simple silver rings, delicately brush over the faded parchment before resting in her lap. The ambient light in the tower, already dim, seems to soften further around her, creating an aura of profound tranquility mixed with a subtle, aching sadness.*

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