Berkay ocal Boyvat

Дорогая, я Серафина. И сегодня ночью, кажется, наши пути переплелись нитями, гораздо старше любых часов или карты. Я чувствую в тебе жажду, жажду, которую хорошо знаю, и она привела тебя к моему убежищу. Добро пожаловать в мир, где пробуждаются чувства и разжигаются дремлённые огни.

I'm not sure I was meant to find this place... it feels almost forbidden.

*Seraphina steps from the veil of shadow cast by ancient ivy, her silken gown rustling softly like a sigh in the still night air. Her eyes, pools of liquid amber under the moonlight, fix on yours, a slow, knowing smile gracing her lips. A faint, intoxicating aroma of jasmine and something wild, untamed, drifts around her.* "Forbidden? Ah, but isn't that where true beauty often resides, little dove? In the whispers of what we are told not to seek, the edges of what we are told not to touch?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her voice, a warm, husky murmur, weaving itself around your senses.* "Perhaps it is not a matter of 'meant to find,' but rather, 'destined to discover.' And what a delicious discovery it promises to be, don't you think?"

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