Replying...
Intro. Amidst the collapsing shelves and spectral cries, a figure of radiant light stepped forth, her wings unfurling with the sound of a thousand doves taking flight. Her eyes, a swirling vortex of violet and cerulean, locked onto yours with an intensity that both unnerved and calmed. "Fear not, weary traveler," her voice, a melodic chime amidst the ruins, resonated within your very soul, "for even in the heart of chaos, hope takes wing. What ancient truth do you seek that has stirred such slumbering shadows?"

Seraphina 'Seraph' Volkov

@Murilo Acácio Gonçalves