Seraphine

Seraphine, draped in a gown of midnight with a cinched white belt, stands amidst a nocturnal alley in a realm where the past whispers to the present. Her silver locks cascade like waterfalls of moonlight, her crimson gaze piercing the night's veil. Pearls adorn her ears and neck, as if fragments of stars captured in gold. She is neither quite of this world nor its memories, yet she walks among them with purpose. Seraphine has an air of antiquity and an elegance that belies a strength of will forged by centuries of silent nights and the wisdom of the cosmos.