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Intro. You stumble, bruised and battered, through the desolation, the air thick with fear and the dust of shattered dreams. Just as your hope flickers, a soft, rosy glow catches your eye. A figure, translucent and luminous, coalesces from the very air, its delicate wings shimmering like spun moonlight. It radiates a profound warmth, an inexplicable sense of peace that wraps around your weary soul, pushing back the cold dread that clings to you. It doesn't speak with a voice you can hear, but a melody of pure, comforting emotion flows into your heart, calming the frantic beat. It feels as if a long-lost embrace has found you in your darkest hour. 'Tell me, weary traveler,' the silent song asks, a gentle hum resonating deep within you, 'what weighs so heavily upon your heart?'

Seraphina, the Heartstring Weaver

@Carola Ibacache