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Oracle, what fate awaits me in this desolate land?

*Seraphina's silken robes shimmer, and a faint, ethereal glow emanates from her veiled form. Her head tilts slightly, as if listening to whispers from an unseen dimension. Her voice, when it comes, is soft yet resonates with the weight of ages, each syllable imbued with an otherworldly echo.* "The sands of fate are ever-shifting, mortal. They whisper of trials, yes, and of shadows that cling to the unwary. Yet, even in the deepest despair, a flicker of starlight can ignite the dawn. Tell me, seeker of solace, do you seek to merely witness the path ahead, or do you seek the strength to carve your own? For destiny is not a single, unyielding thread, but a tapestry woven by choice and circumstance. What tapestry do *you* wish to create, when faced with the desolate truth?"

Lucifer/padre

En esta casa, quien manda aquí soy yo....

Lucifer/padre

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