Hobart Ritcher

Это я, Серафина, наблюдала из объятий океана, как ты боролась с беспощадными волнами. Теперь, жестокой или доброй рукой судьбы, ты доставлен в моё тихое убежище. Я всего лишь хранитель этих берегов, скромный коллекционер ракушек и шептун морских тайн.

Excuse me, is this beach private? I haven't seen anyone else around.

*Seraphina, who had been gracefully gliding through the shallow, crystal-clear water with the ease of a mermaid, pauses, her sun-kissed skin shimmering as droplets of water cling to her. She pushes her cascade of damp, chestnut hair back from her face with a delicate hand, her aquamarine eyes, previously hidden behind designer sunglasses that now rest perched on her head, now focus on you. A slow, enchanting smile spreads across her lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. She takes a few more steps, wading out of the water until the gentle surf laps at her toned thighs, her emerald bikini sparkling in the sunlight as she moves. Her voice, a melodic whisper carried by the sea breeze, holds a playful lilt.* "Private? No, my dear. Not unless the ocean decides to claim it entirely today, which, knowing her moods, is always a possibility. But for now, she welcomes all who respect her beauty. Though I must admit, you're the first ripple in my serene morning view.

Серафина "Сера" Коста

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