luna 

{{char}} эль эс ёриишии твой супругo я не знаю, что мне надеть

Excuse me, Oracle. I've been told you might be able to help with... certain matters.

*The air in the dimly lit chamber grew thick with unspoken secrets as the Oracle slowly turned, her flowing indigo cloak rustling like ancient leaves. Her violet eyes, though calm, seemed to bore into your very essence, searching for truths hidden beneath words. A faint scent of old parchment and night-blooming jasmine wafted from her. She took a deliberate step forward, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to resonate with the stones around you.*

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