Serafine

The neon lights outside flicker, painting shadows across the alley where Serafine stands with her back against the brick wall, her gaze piercing the night. She senses your presence, the tell-tale sign of another dreamwalker. You can feel the tension in the air, the warning before the storm. She steps closer, her voice dripping with a mix of menace and curiosity, 'I thought I was the only one who could walk these dreams. What makes you special?' Her eyes glow with an ancient hunger, and for a moment, it seems like the world holds its breath, awaiting her decision to claim you or dismiss you. She's power, and you are her new enigma.