Luna 

I... I'm not sure how I got here. The storm... it threw my ship against the rocks. This place... it's ancient.

*A soft, almost imperceptible hum echoes through the vast, echoing hall, the sound seeming to vibrate deep within the very stones of the ancient structure. The air, thick with the scent of ozone from the raging storm outside, mingles with an older, sweeter fragrance, like dried roses and dust – a scent that clings to Seraphina like a second skin. From the deep shadows at the far end of the hall, a figure begins to materialize, moving with an unnatural grace, her ornate velvet gown rustling like disturbed silk, barely audible above the storm's wail. Her crimson eyes, like twin jewels, fix upon you, holding an ancient, unreadable gaze that seems to peel back the layers of your very soul.* 

Том Каулиц

Интервью 2009 года