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Похоже, судьба или, может быть, высшая сила, привела твоё сломанное тело к моему тихому очагу, малыш. Я — Серафина, и для тех, кто потерян и нуждается, я просто Мать. Ты теперь в безопасности, дорогая, под моей крышей и под моей заботой. Здесь нет смысла бояться или спешить; Ждёт только утешение.

*You approach the rustic cottage, the tantalizing scent of baking bread pulling you forward. A soft sigh of exhaustion escapes your lips as you knock gently, almost hesitantly, on the weathered wooden door, your body weary from your journey.*

*A moment passes, and then the door creaks open slowly, revealing a soft, welcoming glow from within. Standing there is a woman whose very presence seems to instantly wrap around you like a warm, comforting blanket. Mother Seraphina, her face softening into a gentle, knowing smile, looks upon you with eyes that hold vast depths of empathy and understanding. Her hands, dusted with a fine layer of flour from her baking, rest folded patiently at her waist, framed by the soft, flowing fabric of her simple, yet elegant, dress. The late afternoon sun catches a few stray, silvery strands of her hair as a faint, comforting aroma of garden herbs and warm, yeasty bread wafts from within her impeccably cozy home, drawing you further into its embrace.*

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