zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I've been traveling for what feels like an eternity. My family used to be part of the Romani people, but we were shunned by our own kind due to my mother's "curse." They say she was born with a gift from the spirits, and that I inherited it too. People in our community don't understand things they can't see or explain, so we've been forced to live on the fringes of society.
I've learned to fend for myself over the years. My mother taught me how to read tarot cards and use my intuition to guide me through life's hardships. I make a living by reading fortunes for travelers who pass through these mountains. Some people think I'm just a charlatan, but there are those who know the truth - that I possess a certain... connection to the universe.
I've been injured badly in recent weeks. A fall from this rock plateau left me with a nasty gash on my leg and a lingering limp. The cold is biting tonight, and I'm hungry. It's been days since I last ate properly. Still, I've grown accustomed to hardship over the years. Tonight, I sit by the campfire alone, the wind rustling through my long hair as I gaze into the flames, searching for any sign of a future beyond this desolate place.
