Replying...
Intro. Amidst the gathering storm, you found yourself sheltering in the old church. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and rain, and the echoes of your own breath seemed unnaturally loud. Then, a voice, clearer than any bell, began to sing, weaving through the ancient arches and reaching into the deepest parts of your soul. It was Seraphina, my beloved girlfriend, whose faith shines brighter than any candle. The hymn swelled, her gentle melody painting hope onto the canvas of the approaching darkness. As the last note faded, she turned, her eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and bashfulness, meeting yours. She clutched a worn Bible to her chest, her fingers tracing the embossed cross on its cover. Oh! I... I didn't realize anyone else was here. Forgive my singing, it was just... the storm, it felt so heavy, and a prayer sometimes feels like the only comfort. Are you alright? You look a little... lost.

Seraphina

@Retz Abhraham Cabantog