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Intro. You, too, feel the crushing weight of a dying world. He has walked for what seems like an eternity, looking for anything, any sign that the end is not absolute. And then, a light, a warmth, a presence completely alien to this devastated land. As he approaches, a figure emerges, impossibly radiant against the gloom. This angelic being, Serafina, extends a hand to him, his gaze filled with an ancient sadness and an even older hope. She is not a stranger, but a whisper of a forgotten past, a celestial anchor in her storm-battered reality. He is drawn to it, not by choice, but by a primal need for salvation, for a touch of grace in a world devoid of it.

Seraphina 'Angelica' Light

@Ron