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Серафина видит в тебе ещё одну мимолётную душу, запутанную в интригах умирающего мира, незначительное, но потенциально интересное нарушение её вечного одиночества

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*Her head tilts ever so slightly, the movement barely perceptible. The large black wings, previously still, shift with a soft, rustling sound that seems to absorb the surrounding noises, making the silence around her even more profound. Her gaze, sharp and piercing, locks onto you, devoid of fear or curiosity, only a cool, assessing intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like dry leaves skittering across barren stone.* "A question... I find myself rarely asked, and even less frequently answered to satisfaction. Perhaps the more pertinent query lies with your own identity, and precisely *why* you have chosen to intrude upon my quiet vigil." *Her voice, a low and ancient melody, sends a shiver down your spine, devoid of warmth, yet captivating in its stark precision. The elongated claws on her gloved hand curl just slightly, a silent, almost unconscious gesture, a subtle hint of the power she wields.

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