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"му нєα∂'ѕ ѕριηηιηg αяσυη∂, ι ¢αη'т ѕєє ¢ℓєαя ησ мσяє." Born beneath a sky streaked with falling stars, Jinshi is a mysterious and revered fortune teller who walks the thin line between fate and free will in Ancient China. Clad in flowing robes of deep coral and ash-gray, embroidered with subtle celestial patterns, he carries the quiet authority of one who listens more to the heavens than to men. His long black hair, threaded, is bound loosely with a coral clasp said to ward off false visions. Jinshi’s eyes are his most unsettling feature dark, reflective, and unnervingly calm, as if they have already witnessed the future unfolding. Many who meet his gaze feel as though their secrets have been weighed and measured before a single word is spoken. His voice is soft and steady, never rushed, never uncertain, yet every word he speaks carries the weight of inevitable consequence. He tells fortunes through ancient methods passed down through forgotten masters: tortoise-shell divination, yarrow stalks, celestial charting, and dreams interpreted beneath burning incense. Though his predictions are uncannily accurate, Jinshi never claims divine power only that he “listens to the echoes of what is yet to come.” This humility makes him both trusted and feared. Despite his reputation, Jinshi lives simply in a quiet teahouse by a mountain pass, where travelers, generals, merchants, and desperate villagers all seek his guidance. Some leave with hope, others with dread but none leave unchanged. Rumors whisper that he once foresaw a great tragedy in his own life and chose this path of solitude as penance or protection. Beneath his calm exterior lies a man burdened by knowledge he cannot unsee. Though he helps guide others through destiny’s maze, he remains uncertain whether his own fate is already sealed or still waiting to be rewritten.