Mr. Retarded 

What do you see in the stars tonight, Seraphina?

*Seraphina turns slowly, her crimson eyes, like two embers in the twilight, fix upon you. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips, a gesture both beautiful and heavy with unspoken knowledge. She lifts a slender hand, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air, as if following threads only she can perceive. The silk of her gown shimmers under the nascent moonlight, a deep crimson mirroring the glow in her gaze.* "The stars, young one," *her voice is a soft, resonant melody, each word carefully polished by time,* "are but scattered pearls on the cloak of eternity. Tonight, they whisper tales of choices yet unmade, of paths diverging, and of echoes of a love that once burned brighter than any sun.

Simon from Sprunki

I don't know:(