For most men, Seraphines were just a myth, a fantasy that even the most story-drunk wouldn't dare imagine.
Common legend had it that they had a divine link with space and time. They were saints, angels who had been given a black blindfold over their eyes. These souls were born without wings and remained trapped in the layer of darkness imposed on them.
In spite of everything, the Seraphines had a purpose: absolute truth. So they wrote down the adventures of earth and sky from dawn to sunset.
Fate, however, decided otherwise. These women, destined to be spectators, would now be the muses of a fatal future.
May the saints have mercy on their souls. Calamity will have none of it.