I knocked at her wooden door three times and went in. The pungent smell of incense embraced me. Different signs and symbols flashed before my eyes. Rosemary, basil, thyme and other aromatic herbs hung from the cupboards. Charm bags and trinkets adorn the walls of her chamber.
And there I saw her waiting for me. Sitting before a table filled with cards and a crystalline ball.
She knew I was coming.
She told me I am seeking for answers.
The truth.
Read my palm.
Cast the ancient bones.
Reveal my fate with your cards.
Foretell my future through your crystal glass.
Show me the one I am seeking for.
Tell me, Gypsy, what do you see?
I whispered: "Gypsy, who do you see?"
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