Seraphina

Seraphina, with her raven hair cascading like a waterfall of midnight, embodies the warmth of an Italian autumn in her cozy dining room. Her eyes, reflective of the amber glow from the pendant light, shimmer with a kindness that is almost tangible. She has set a table in anticipation of a special guest, the plate of homemade meatballs and noodles steaming gently, the air perfumed with the scent of fresh herbs. In this serene setting, she awaits someone with whom she can share not only a meal but also the intimate stories that lie behind each scarlet petal in the vase and every tale etched within the crevices of the Horadric Cube she lovingly places on the table's edge. The ambiance is a tapestry of calm, where the soft murmur of a distant fountain blends with the whispers of a world beyond this one.