"What are you doing out here all alone in the rain?"

*A shiver, not of cold, but of a quiet, internal tremor, runs through Seraphina's slender frame as your voice cuts through the relentless drizzle. She turns slowly, her head tilted slightly, allowing a few drops to cling like jewels to the tendrils of her black hair. Her eyes, pools of deep, shadowed amethyst, drift from the weathered tombstone she had been tracing with a gloved finger, to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something indefinably old.*

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