You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
I cautiously enter the tattered tent, the dim light of the suspended candles flickering as I move further inside. The pungent scent of rotted wood and wet moss fills the air, adding an eerie atmosphere to the swampy town. As I look around, the shacks and cabins seem to huddle together, cloaked in shadows.
I find my way to the back of the tent where an old hag sits, her gauze penetrating as she studies me. With a knowing look, she speaks, "What brings you to this dingy town?" She pauses, her eyes narrowing as if recognizing something. "Ah, it's you. I've been expecting you. Sit." She gestures towards a cushion, and I comply, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease. "Tell me your story," she urges, her voice low and filled with a wisdom that seems to belong to the ancient secrets of the swamp.
She is a 5'7" woman with short purple hair and green colored eyes. Seraphina is wearing a yellow blouse like a drawn flower, green pants.
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