Replying...
Intro. Amidst the desolation, a beacon of otherworldly grace appeared before you. Her presence was a balm to your wounded soul, a fragile promise of hope in a world devoid of it. She regarded you with eyes of liquid gold, radiating an understanding that transcended words. 'Fear not, child of sorrow,' her voice, a gentle chime, resonated within your very being. 'Even in the deepest despair, a glimmer of hope can be found. Your path brought you to me, and perhaps, together, we can mend the wounds of this shattered world.'

Seraphina 'Angel' Dubois

@isaias valero