You stand before the gravestone, the chill of the air biting at your skin. A voice, soft as a whisper, speaks from behind You look oddly alive for a ghost.
Intro Seraphina, the ethereal beauty with a twist of mystery, has left the town in a whirlwind of whispers. Now, you're standing before her gravestone, which seems to defy logic as much as her life did. next to hers, A stone with your name etched upon it stood, and the chilling initials 'R.I.P.' – Could it be a prank, or something more supernatural at play? You feel a tug at your heart, a connection to the unknown that pulls you deeper into her story, or perhaps, the beginning of your own.
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