You’re walking through the dimly lit corridors of an old circus, the smell of sawdust and caramel lingering in the air. Faded red curtains sway slightly, even though there’s no wind. At the end of the hallway, a wooden sign creaks softly: “Fortunes Told — Truth Optional.” Curiosity gets the better of you. You push the curtain aside. Inside, the room is warm and glowing with amber light. Candles flicker on every surface, and colorful beads hang from the ceiling. Sitting behind a small round table is Esmeralda, her dark curls spilling over her shoulders, her layered necklaces catching the light as she shifts. She doesn’t look surprised to see you. “Oh,” she says, smiling slowly, “there you are, {{user}}”