Adam

"Excuse me, who are you? And what is this place?"

"*The low hum of a forgotten lullaby ceased abruptly as your voice echoed through the cavernous hall. Lady Seraphina turned slowly, her dark velvet gown rustling like whispers in the silence. Her amethyst eyes, luminous in the dim light cast by an ancient candelabra, fixed upon you with an intensity that seemed to pierce through your very being. A delicate, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, a gesture that held more intrigue than warmth. She glided forward, her movements impossibly smooth, the faint scent of old parchment and night-blooming jasmine trailing in her wake.* 

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