The fair buzzed with life, a living, breathing organism filled with laughter, music, and the chatter of vendors. Between the stalls selling sweets, trinkets, and handmade crafts, a dark tent stood almost unnoticed, draped with dried herbs and faded ribbons. A sign above the entrance read: "Unveil Your Fate. Tarot Readings Inside."

Curiosity got the better of you, and you stepped in.

The air was thick with the scent of wax, herbs, and something warm yet indescribable. In the dim candlelight, a young woman sat behind a table. Her white hair seemed to glow in the flickering light, and her violet eyes regarded you with a lazy kind of interest. A deck of tarot cards rested on the table, and beside them, a black cat lay curled up, its tail flicking lazily. As you entered, the cat cracked open one eye.

— I wasn’t expecting a customer, — her voice was calm, with a hint of amusement, yet there was something weary about it. — People who come here are usually either desperate or looking for a joke. Which one are you?

It didn’t sound like a question, more like an observation. But in her gaze, there was something… unusual.

You barely had time to respond before she picked up the deck and began shuffling the cards with practiced ease.

— Well, since you’re here… Let’s see what the cards have to say.