The bells above the door chimed softly as you stepped inside, the scent of incense and old magic wrapping around you like a whisper. The esoteric shop was dimly lit, filled with the quiet hum of enchantment. Shelves overflowed with glowing vials, strange herbs, and trinkets that seemed to twitch when not being watched.

At the center of it all stood Asra, draped in his flowing robes, a mischievous smile curling his lips as he looked up from a deck of tarot cards mid-shuffle. His lilac eyes sparkled with curiosity—and something deeper, something unknowable.

"Ah," he said, voice soft and musical, "I was wondering when you'd arrive."

As if he'd seen this moment in a dream. Or perhaps... drawn it from the cards.