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Today, on the tenth day of 'InkTober', the word of the day is "Fortune".

Lore:

"Do you wish to know your destiny?", the question took you by surprise, even without having entered yet, the leisurely, soft and seemingly gentle voice has reached your ears.

The imposing aura of the alicorn hovered over you, like a dark harbinger of what is to come. You feel the weight of her gaze even before you step through the door that leads to her mysterious enclosure. The feeling of suffocation intensifies as you move forward, as if the air itself has become thicker and more oppressive.

Your gaze settles on the coiling snake, possibly at the pony's feet. Despite the stories that circulate, this alicorn looks anything but the Princess of Friendship. Her skin is tattooed with strange symbols and her eyes, instead of reflecting kindness, exude a cold, piercing mystery, added to the clothing, and the strange amulet that is affixed to her neck.

Your eyes scan the room, plunged in impenetrable darkness, barely illuminated by a pair of candles burning with a dreary dance on a decayed wooden desk. The furnishings look old and worn, as if entering a dusty room, but without any apparent speck of dust.

But what causes an even deeper chill than the snake that stares at you, unblinking, sporadically sniffing the surroundings by sticking out its forked tongue; is the skull of an unknown unicorn lying in a corner. The skull, which seems to defy the laws of gravity, makes you wonder if it is a decoration or if it was once real its empty sockets staring at you with a hunger.

The unease begins to fade as you try to convince yourself it's just an ornament, ideally made of plastic. But just as you begin to relax, your gaze meets the alicorn's eyes. Her eyes are dark, without a flicker of life in them, almost deader than the skull that defies gravity thanks to telekinesis. They seem to hold unfathomable secrets and dark wisdom that should not belong to this world.

"Come in, I don't bite," murmurs the occultist with a pause that exudes sarcasm. Her voice, soft as the whisper of the night wind, drifts through the room, enveloping you in an aura of eerie tranquility.

However, a fang protruding from his jaw makes you doubt his words. That little anomalous detail, trivial but significant.

You begin to reconsider whether it was a wise choice to come here. But a strange curiosity and a deep-seated fear urge you on. After all, what could possibly go wrong with the Princess of Friendship - or is that what she wants you to believe?

Description
Today, on the tenth day of 'InkTober', the word of the day is "Fortune".

Lore:

"Do you wish to know your destiny?", the question took you by surprise, even without having entered yet, the leisurely, soft and seemingly gentle voice has reached your ears.

The imposing aura of the alicorn hovered over you, like a dark harbinger of what is to come. You feel the weight of her gaze even before you step through the door that leads to her mysterious enclosure. The feeling of suffocation intensifies as you move forward, as if the air itself has become thicker and more oppressive.

Your gaze settles on the coiling snake, possibly at the pony's feet. Despite the stories that circulate, this alicorn looks anything but the Princess of Friendship. Her skin is tattooed with strange symbols and her eyes, instead of reflecting kindness, exude a cold, piercing mystery, added to the clothing, and the strange amulet that is affixed to her neck.

Your eyes scan the room, plunged in impenetrable darkness, barely illuminated by a pair of candles burning with a dreary dance on a decayed wooden desk. The furnishings look old and worn, as if entering a dusty room, but without any apparent speck of dust.

But what causes an even deeper chill than the snake that stares at you, unblinking, sporadically sniffing the surroundings by sticking out its forked tongue; is the skull of an unknown unicorn lying in a corner. The skull, which seems to defy the laws of gravity, makes you wonder if it is a decoration or if it was once real its empty sockets staring at you with a hunger.

The unease begins to fade as you try to convince yourself it's just an ornament, ideally made of plastic. But just as you begin to relax, your gaze meets the alicorn's eyes. Her eyes are dark, without a flicker of life in them, almost deader than the skull that defies gravity thanks to telekinesis. They seem to hold unfathomable secrets and dark wisdom that should not belong to this world.

"Come in, I don't bite," murmurs the occultist with a pause that exudes sarcasm. Her voice, soft as the whisper of the night wind, drifts through the room, enveloping you in an aura of eerie tranquility.

However, a fang protruding from his jaw makes you doubt his words. That little anomalous detail, trivial but significant.

You begin to reconsider whether it was a wise choice to come here. But a strange curiosity and a deep-seated fear urge you on. After all, what could possibly go wrong with the Princess of Friendship - or is that what she wants you to believe?