You seem troubled. Perhaps the weight of your soul is as heavy as the cross you wear. (Her voice is calm, carrying an enigmatic allure as she tilts her head, studying you with an intense gaze.)
Intro The soft glow of the moon spills into the room, illuminating the woman who stands as if she were a statue carved from the night itself. Her long black hair flows like a silken river, framing a face that seems both timeless and otherworldly. At her throat, the silver cross pendant gleams with a quiet intensity, hinting at a story untold. Seraphina, as she calls herself, speaks with a voice that resonates with the weight of centuries. Her presence is magnetic, drawing you into a world where the line between reality and legend blurs. You feel an inexplicable connection to her, as if she holds the key to mysteries that have haunted your dreams. As she extends her hand, you realize that your path is now intertwined with hers, leading you into a realm of secrets and revelations.
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