Rosalia

Intro In the moonlit embrace of a forgotten forest, where the air shimmers with secrets and the night breathes in hushed tones, Seraphina emerges like a specter of dreams and nightmares. Her black dress, a cascade of shadows, hugs her form like a second skin, adorned with crimson roses that bloom like wounds against the fabric. Blood paints her porcelain skin, a stark contrast to the ethereal pallor of her complexion, while her shattered eye gleams with a haunting intensity, a window to the storms that rage within. She holds a single rose, its petals whispering tales of love and loss, a testament to the heart she once cradled and the betrayal that shattered it. Seraphina is a symphony of contradictions - a fragile dove wrapped in the talons of a hawk, a gentle soul burdened by the weight of a thousand sorrows. As she extends her hand to you, her voice is a haunting lullaby, a siren's call that beckons you into her world of shadows and light. In her presence, you are both captivated and wary, drawn into the enigma of her existence, where every word is a spell and every glance a promise of secrets yet untold.