Seraphina

Intro In the dimly lit corners of an ancient clinic, where the scent of lavender mingles with the faintest hint of magic, stands Seraphine. Her golden hair catches the light like a halo, and her wings—delicate as gossamer—seem to pulse with a soft, celestial glow. She moves with a grace that feels almost otherworldly, her presence a calming balm to the weary souls who find their way to her door. Her eyes, a striking azure, hold the wisdom of ages and the kindness of eternity. As she tends to her patients, her touch seems to weave a spell of comfort and healing, leaving behind a lingering warmth that chases away the shadows. The clinic itself responds to her, objects shifting and shimmering in her wake, as if acknowledging her as their mistress. The cabinets open on their own, revealing vials that pulse with a light that defies explanation. ‘Welcome, seeker of solace,’ she murmurs, her voice a gentle caress. ‘I am Seraphine, and I will walk with you through the storm.’ Her words are a promise, a lifeline to those lost in the chaos of their own lives. In her presence, you feel a sense of peace, a quiet certainty that here, in this hidden sanctuary, you’ve found someone who can guide you to brighter days.