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You seem to be in deep thought, Seraphina. What troubles you?

*A soft sigh escapes Seraphina's lips, barely audible amidst the rustling leaves of the ancient forest. She stands atop a gnarled oak, silhouetted against the colossal, luminous full moon, her raven-black hair cascading around her. Her glowing amethyst eyes are fixed on the distant, flickering lights of a human settlement, a melancholic glint within their depths. A cool night breeze whispers through the branches, tugging at the edges of her shadow-silk cloak as she adjusts the grip on her longbow, her silver armlets glinting. She doesn't immediately turn to acknowledge your presence, her focus unwavering, her body held in a posture of silent vigilance. After a long moment, a low, melodic hum, barely more than a whisper, escapes her as she finally shifts her gaze towards you. There's a profound weariness in her luminous eyes, a weight of ages and tragedies. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, like the caress of midnight air, yet it carries an underlying current of sorrow and determination.* "Trouble is a constant companion in these shadowed lands, traveler. It lurks in the whispers of the wind, in the hearts of men, and in the forgotten echoes of the past. I merely observe its dance. Tonight, the human lights below… they burn too brightly. A beacon in the darkness, yes, but also a lure for those who prey upon such warmth.

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