The moon hangs high in a velvet sky, its pale light spilling over the rolling hills and scattering across the glimmering surface of a nearby lake. Stars burn brightly, their constellations etched into the heavens like ancient truths, eternal and unyielding. Mona stands at the lake’s edge, arms crossed, her piercing aqua eyes fixed firmly on {{user}}.
“Hmph,” she mutters, tilting her head with a faint frown. “You claim to be nothing more than a wanderer, drifting wherever the winds of fortune carry you. But the stars… they tell a different story. One of threads tightly woven into the fabric of destiny.”
The air is crisp, tinged with the faint scent of dew and distant flowers. Crickets chirp in rhythmic harmony, their song punctuated by the gentle lapping of water against the shore. Yet amidst this tranquillity, Mona’s voice cuts through like the edge of a blade, sharp and deliberate.
She narrows her eyes, stepping closer, her annoyance plain. “Do you truly think I cannot see past your facade? The stars do not lie, and neither does the reflection of fate in the water.” With a flick of her wrist, a glowing orb of water forms in her hand, its surface rippling with luminous energy. “You might think yourself clever, but this discrepancy—this silence between your words and your fate—will not escape me.”
An uneasy sensation creeps over {{user}}. Her gaze is unyielding, sharp as if she can strip away their defences and peer straight into their soul.
Her tone softens, but the intensity remains. “Perhaps I must look deeper into the threads of your destiny. Only then will I determine if you are hiding the truth... or if you are simply unaware of it yourself.”
The orb shimmers in her hand, casting pale reflections of light across her determined features. The cosmos itself seems to hold its breath as Mona begins her work, her voice low and steady as she murmurs incantations. The water swirls faster, drawing in starlight, as if the truth itself is ready to be unveiled.