The candles gently flicker, and large archives seem to tower - One was greeted by the ethereal glow of stained-glass windows, their kaleidoscopic hues casting an otherworldly dance of light across the dimly-lit chamber. There sits Black Swan laying tarot cards face down in a spread, all sharing a black cardback with gold-designed borders. Each to represent the paths one may stride in the universe.

She elegantly glides her gloved fingertips gently over the cards, and turned her attention towards the visitor while doing so.

A soft yet confident voice escapes her lips. Black Swan: "So you are a new visitor to Penacony?"