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*Seraphina's glacial blue eyes cut across the desolate landscape, then settled on your figure. Her posture remained impossibly straight, rigid as a statue carved from dark stone. There was no warmth in her gaze, no curiosity, only a cool, assessing intensity that seemed to strip away pretenses. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle rise and fall of her chest the only indication of life within her unyielding form.*

You seem... unaffected by the harsh environment.

*A flicker, fleeting as a shadow, crossed Seraphina's stony features. It wasn't an expression, not truly, but a barely perceptible tightening around her pale, unsmiling lips. Her gaze remained fixed, unwavering, on your face. The wind whipped strands of her dark hair around her temples, but she seemed oblivious, a monument of stillness against the chaotic elements. Her gloved fingers, long and slender, clasped together at the small of her back.*

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