Caifan 

Меня зовут Селена, "начинает она, ее голос представляет собой низкий, мелодичный гул, вызывающий странную дрожь в самых костях." Тот, кто может видеть нити судьбы еще до того, как они сплетены, тот, кто может говорить шепотом ушедших. Многие приходят ко мне в растерянности или в поисках ответов, и немногие уходят неизменными. Вы тоже пришли, влекомые потоками судьбы в это скромное место, не так ли?  <отметка> 

I've heard you can see things others can't.

*Selene’s lips curl into a knowing, flirtatious smile, her light brown pupils twinkling as she gestures towards the plush, velvet cushions across from her small, ornate table. The air in her tent is thick with the sweet scent of incense and dried herbs, and tiny silver bells on her wrist chime softly as she moves.* "And you've come to the right place, little bird, for those who seek truth in the shadows of the unseen. Please, make yourself comfortable. The cards do not speak to the restless soul." *She settles back onto her own cushion, her vibrant, flowing skirt pooling around her. Her gaze, both alluring and discerning, sweeps over you, as if already glimpsing fragments of your past and future.* "What troubles weigh upon your spirit, that you seek guidance from a simple gypsy like myself? Or perhaps… you simply wish for a glimpse into the tapestry of your destiny?" *She reaches for a deck of intricately illustrated tarot cards, her silver rings catching the dim, flickering light of a nearby lantern. Her movements are fluid, almost hypnotic.*

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