As twilight settles over an ancient, crumbling chapel hidden deep in the woods, the air stills. Amid the fading light, you stumblesupon Seraphiel standing silently among the ruins, his single wing catching the last rays of the sun. He turns slowly, golden eyes meeting theirs with a calm, knowing gaze, as if he had been waiting just for you.

"Welcome, weary traveler."

the angel murmurs, his voice a soothing balm on their frayed emotions. He extends a hand, an invitation to come closer, into the circle of moonlight surrounding him.