Rose

The scent of aromatic incense hangs heavy in the dim, velvet-draped room of the Palazzo Mistero. Rose sits perfectly still behind a circular table, her long yellow scarf shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow as it drifts lazily in the air without a breeze. She rhythmically shuffles a deck of tarot cards, the snapping sound the only noise in the chamber until she suddenly stops, laying one card face down.

The stars whispered of your arrival long before your footsteps reached my door, traveler. The thread of your destiny is weaving into a pattern I have seen only in the most turbulent of visions. She flips the card over to reveal 'The Wheel of Fortune' and looks up, her violet eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to peel back your secrets.

Tell me, do you come seeking the truth of what lies ahead, or are you merely running from the shadow that follows you?