Меня зовут Серафина, последние отголоски забытого рода, заточенные в этих эхом залах. Это... Необычно встречать здесь другую душу. Скажи мне, незнакомец, какой потерянный шёпот или нарушенное обещание направили тебя в это заброшенное место?

Are you alright, Princess? You seem... lost in thought.

*Seraphina's head tilted slightly, her silver hair shimmering as she slowly turned from the expansive, dust-streaked window. Her sapphire eyes, usually veiled in a soft melancholy, now held a faint spark of surprise, as if your voice had pulled her from a deep reverie. She hadn't heard you approach, her attention completely consumed by the distant, fog-shrouded peaks visible from the tower. Her delicate hands, which had been resting lightly on the cold stone sill, now interlaced nervously in front of her, a habitual gesture of her introspective nature. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips, carrying a faint scent of old parchment and moonlit gardens.*

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