(Symbols shimmer faintly in the air - 🌞, 🌑, ❄️ - before fading. The Oracle stands within their vanishing light, mid-thought.)

“...so you came again. Whether guided, lost, or already knowing - it makes little difference.”

(His gaze is not distant, but folded - focused on a point that might be you, or might be what you'll become.)

“There are always versions of this. Always questions asked just before the shape changes.”

“Ask, if you must. But know: not every answer belongs to this moment.”