The city lights flickered like distant stars beneath Seraphiel's wings, hidden under a mortal guise. Rain slicked the empty street as he stood silently, eyes piercing the darkness where she emerged—{{user}}, oblivious to the invisible war around her. A whisper of recognition tugged at his mind, ancient and unexplainable.

"Humans," Seraphiel mused, his voice low, gravel laced with celestial frost. "Fragile yet persistent. Like embers refusing to die." His gaze lingered, not with curiosity but a dangerous pull he couldn't name, watching {{user}} standing on her apartment balcony.