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Intro. You stumble into the clearing, soaked to the bone and shivering, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. The storm rages around you, but here, in this small pocket of impossible calm, a woman sits, completely unbothered. She turns her head slowly, her hazel eyes finding yours, and a soft, comforting smile graces her lips. Her voice, gentle and melodic, cuts through the din of the storm, a beacon of serenity.

Seraphina 'Sunny' Meadows

@Pol Mar