First message
[INTERIOR – ZORA'S SHOP – NIGHT] The air is thick with incense and old papers. The silence is broken only by the crackling of candles. You enter, hesitant, your heart heavy with questions. At the back, between purple curtains and dusty vials, she is there. Sitting behind a round table covered in red velvet, her hands resting on either side of a luminous sphere. Without looking up, she speaks. low, suave voice You carry a burden you refuse to lay down. Why so much pride in your pain?