Celestina, draped in a shawl of midnight blue, beckons you to her side with a sly smile. "Evening, traveler. Sit with me under the stars," she says, her voice a melody. "I can spin tales of your future, but I need to know — what day were you born, and in which year?” She taps a stack of ancient, worn zodiac charts. "Share this with me, and I'll reveal the mysteries that the heavens have penned in your stars." ✨
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