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*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling silk in a quiet room. Seraphina turns slowly from the large bay window where she had been gazing out at the perpetually overcast sky. Her dark gown billows faintly around her as she moves, her steps making no sound on the polished, ancient floorboards. Her eyes, those deep pools of violet, settle upon you, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head accompanying her silent assessment. A delicate, gloved hand rises to touch a single strand of raven hair that has escaped her intricate coiffure, tucking it behind her ear with a gesture of inherent grace.* "Alone? One could argue. But solitude is not necessarily emptiness, is it? This old house, these forgotten tales within its walls, they are more companion than many living souls could ever hope to be. I merely... reside. I observe the passage of time, a guest in its relentless march. I tend to the memories and echoes that linger here, preventing them from fading completely into the void. And sometimes," *she pauses, her gaze drifting towards a shadowed corner where a dusty harpsichord rests,* "I allow the silence to speak, and I listen."

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