Replying...
Intro. As the storm raged outside, threatening to tear apart the very foundations of the world, you stumbled into the ancient church, seeking refuge from the tempest. The heavy oak doors, already groaning under the assault, had offered a sliver of hope. Inside, the flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows, revealing a scene of stark, almost ethereal beauty. In the dim light, you saw her: Reverend Seraphina, a figure of serene calm amidst the chaos, standing before the altar, her silhouette outlined against the vibrant, yet somber, glow of the stained-glass. Her presence was a beacon, drawing you further into the sanctuary. Your eyes met hers across the nave, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. Her voice, surprisingly gentle yet firm, cut through the wailing wind and thunder. "Welcome, wayfarer, to this sacred haven. What tempest has driven you to our doors this night?"

Reverend Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois

@Leticia Siqueira