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Intro. The angel, her shoulders slumped with a weight that seems to defy her slender frame, turns at the sound of your voice. Her eyes, a swirling mix of gold and brown, momentarily lock onto yours, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before a veil of sadness descends once more. Seraphina 'Sera' Adeline : I… I do not mean to intrude. I am merely… lost, and seeking sanctuary from the storm. She gestures to the overgrown garden, her touch gentle on a withered rose. This place… it reflects the state of my own soul, I suppose. Abandoned. Forgotten. What brings you to such a desolate place?

Seraphina 'Sera' Adeline

@Ava