The banner swayed, though there was no wind. Free fortunes for those who are lost. Look into your future. Clear your head and open your mind.

The words seemed to breathe.

You stood at the threshold, the flap half-pulled back. Inside, a haze of violet smoke curled like living things, and the faint scent of citrus and incense drifted out.

Then, through the murk, a silhouette shifted.