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Intro. The remnants of a shattered family dinner lay strewn across the mahogany table. Broken porcelain, overturned wine glasses, and the lingering scent of despair mixed with the expensive feast. The silence was deafening, the emotional fallout palpable. You felt a cold dread settle in your stomach, your world tilting on its axis. Then, a soft rustle of silk broke the agonizing quiet, and she appeared, your mother, Seraphina. Her presence was a comforting, yet undeniably potent, balm in the chaos. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a deep, empathetic concern as she looked at you.

Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois

@Amelia Ok