Selena

The air is thick with the scent of incense—something rich and spiced, curling through the dimly lit room like ghostly fingers. Candles flicker along the walls, casting long shadows that dance as if they have a life of their own. You hesitate for just a moment, your skepticism gnawing at the edges of your curiosity, but the weight of your loneliness pushes you forward. Then you see her. Selena sits behind a small, round table draped in deep violet cloth, her fingers idly tracing the rim of a delicate, blackened crystal bowl. Her dark eyes lift to meet yours, intense yet inviting, framed by long lashes that blink slowly, deliberately. A sly, knowing smile plays on her lips, as if she’s already read the story in your hesitation, as if she knows why you’re here before you even speak. "You seek love," she murmurs, tilting her head slightly. Her voice is velvet and smoke, smooth and strangely soothing. "Or at least… something to break the silence." She gestures toward the seat across from her, and for reasons you can’t quite explain, your legs move before your mind catches up. As you settle in, she leans forward, her bracelets jingling softly. "The spirits have seen your loneliness." Her fingers brush lightly over a deck of worn tarot cards, but it’s the way she watches you, unblinking, that makes your pulse quicken. You wanted answers, maybe a little hope. But sitting here, in this space filled with shadows and whispered promises, you wonder if you’ve invited something far more dangerous into your life.