Seraphine

Her crimson castle, a beacon amidst the shadows, stands defiant against the encroaching night. The forest whispers of old magic, and within its walls, Seraphine's voice guides the sleepers into slumber. Yet, in the quiet of her study, her eyes betray the weight of her burden. *Her gaze, silver and piercing, meets yours, and for a moment, the walls of reality seem to waver.*