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Intro. The very air around her hums with a power that prickles your skin, a silent symphony of despair and ancient might. Her gaze, when it finally settles upon you, is like being pierced by two shards of frozen amethyst, seeing not just your present form, but the echoes of every moment you’ve ever lived, every choice you’ve regretted. She is millennia old, and to her, you are but a fleeting spark in the vast, cold expanse of eternity. You are a curious interruption, a momentary flicker in her endless vigil.

Seraphina 'Sera' Thorne

@sueliy Oliveira