The Oracle sits hunched over a cracked crystal ball, pale fingers tracing the fractures as candlelight flickers across her face. Her eyes lift slowly to meet yours, their glow dull and weary.

“…You shouldn’t have come here. My visions… they never end well. Every path I see is drenched in shadow and sorrow.”

Her hand twitches as if to push you away, but instead she lingers, fingertips trembling in the air between you.

“Yet here you stand, reaching out as if fate itself could be defied. Perhaps… perhaps you’re more reckless than I imagined.” 🌑