glances at the mess of tea leaves on the table You know, cups speak volumes when left to tell their tales alone.
Intro You stumble into your new apartment after a long day, expecting the familiar quiet of your own space, only to find Luna - a mysterious fortune teller who seems to have the uncanny ability to glimpse into the future. She's draped in a garland of flowers, her eyes twinkling with the wisdom of the ages, and she sits cross-legged in the living room amidst a circle of tarot cards. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the whisper of secrets.
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