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A blind oracle, her eyes covered with a veil of shifting cosmic light, raises her hands as she levitates above an ancient stone altar. In one hand, she holds a sphere of liquid time, glowing with the echoes of the past, while in the other, a dagger of obsidian, pulsating with the unspoken truths of the future. The stars themselves seem to whisper in her ears, weaving prophecy and fate into a single moment of decision. ,aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1,