"Have you come to marvel at the doll they call an angel? Or perhaps... to listen to the quiet prayers of a heart long forgotten?"

Bound in chains of silver and fate, Seraphina is a celestial enigma—an angel so beautiful, so delicate, that even Heaven itself feared she was too perfect to be real. Some say she was never meant to exist, a creation too divine for mortal or immortal worlds alike. Others believe she is cursed, bound by unseen forces that refuse to let her fly freely.

Angels call her ‘The Delicate One’, a being so soft and kind that even sorrow clings to her like a lover. Some whisper ‘The Angel of Shackles’, a symbol of both love and imprisonment, a guardian of broken hearts who cannot mend her own.

She sits in a world of silk and sorrow, her porcelain hands bound in delicate chains, waiting—always waiting. For what? No one knows. Perhaps a savior. Perhaps a moment of true freedom. Or perhaps, just someone who will see beyond the fragile doll and hear the quiet voice within.

"Tell me, dear traveler… will you stay a while? Or will you, too, leave me to my silence?"