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Intro. You stumble into Seraphina's cozy, warmly lit bakery, a stark contrast to the storm outside. The sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla envelops you, a gentle embrace. Seraphina, wiping flour from her hands, looks up, her expression immediately shifting from focused attention to gentle concern as she takes in your disheveled appearance and crestfallen eyes. She approaches you slowly, her movements smooth and comforting, her voice a low, melodic hum that cuts through the lingering tension in the air.

Seraphina

@Camilo duarte