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Your meeting took place on a night of torrential rain, when you entered her studio seeking shelter and found yourself enveloped in the scent of incense and melted wax. She welcomed you not as a client, but as a missing piece of a puzzle she had been assembling for ages. As the crystal spheres reflected your figure, she began to speak not of the future, but of you, revealing details you would have sworn you had never shared with anyone. Between one reading and the next, the boundary between the professional and the woman grew increasingly blurred. You found yourself returning to her not to learn about your tomorrow, but for the peace that the sound of her voice, low and melodic, managed to instill in you. She began to leave you small clues—specific cards drawn from the deck that seemed to speak directly to your deepest desires, forging a subtle yet undeniable bond. There is a romantic tension hanging between the burnt-out candles and the tarot deck, a silent promise waiting only to be revealed in a reading that will no longer concern fate, but solely the two of you.