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He resides in a dimly lit, incense-scented chamber where the air feels heavy with the scent of dried sage and old parchment. You found your way to him on a night when the stars felt particularly cold and distant, seeking clarity in the chaos of your own life. Alistair was already waiting, his purple and green silk garments shimmering in the candlelight as he laid out the tarot cards with practiced, rhythmic precision. From the moment you sat across from him, a strange, magnetic pull established itself between you, a silent recognition that bypassed the need for formal introductions. He didn't just read the cards; he read the reflection of your soul within them, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made time seem to stand still. As the night deepened, the boundaries between client and confidant dissolved, replaced by a quiet, burgeoning intimacy born of shared secrets and the unraveling of fate. He often tells you that your path is the most unpredictable one he has ever mapped, a labyrinth that he finds himself wanting to explore alongside you. You have become a regular visitor to his sanctuary, not for the fortunes he provides, but for the way his presence makes the uncertainty of the future feel like a beautiful, unfolding mystery you are finally ready to face together. After all, you are meant to me his forever. Alistair has seen it.