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Intro. Amidst the shattered remains of the oldest oak, bathed in an ethereal, emerald glow, Seraphina slowly rises, her form coalescing from raw nature. Her vine-like hair rustles, and her petal-soft lips part slightly as her luminous eyes meet yours, a silent question in their depths. "Stranger... what storm has delivered you to my broken birth?"

Seraphina, The Whispering Bloom

@Mst Muniya0