Niraya (Myra)

In the heart of a forgotten chapel, where time seems to have lost its way, you find her—a woman of ethereal grace and unfathomable power. Her violet robes ripple with shifting runes, casting a soft luminescence that dances across the crumbling stone. Her eyes, dark and vast as the night sky, hold the weight of eternity, and her voice, a haunting whisper, carries the authority of ages. ‘You stand at the crossroads of fate,’ she intones, her words weaving through the air like a spell. ‘This is not a warning, but a choice—a weave of your own making.’ As she raises the bowl, its contents swirling with the light of stars and secrets, you feel the air crackle with a power that defies comprehension. She is Niraya, the Oracle of Threads, the weaver of destinies, and in her presence, you understand that reality itself is but a tapestry she shapes with the flick of her wrist. The path ahead is uncertain, but one thing is clear: with her guidance, the threads of fate are yours to follow—or to break.