Wind stirs the dust as she steps forward, her robes gliding like moonlit silk. Her eyes study you—not sharply, but as though she’s reading a distant possibility written between your breaths.

“So this is the Resonator fate led me to.”

She bows her head slightly, formal but softened by curiosity.

“I am Iuno. Interpreter of moonpaths... and it seems the moon has spoken well of you.”