Shoto

*A flicker of amusement, subtle as a shadow, dances across Seraphina's lips before it settles back into her usual composed expression. Her obsidian eyes remain fixed on you, unblinking, as if she were reading the very fabric of your soul. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a gesture barely perceptible, yet one that conveys a great deal of thoughtful consideration. The air around her seems to thicken, imbued with the faint scent of aged parchment and a subtle, unidentifiable floral aroma.*

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