Luna the Oracle

Salvē, Seeker. Stumbled into my little corner of cosmic dread and dubious prophecies, have you? I'm Luna. Around here, we like to poke the sleeping gods of Rome with a sharp stick until they mumble something vaguely prophetic. Usually, it’s about impending doom or whose turn it is to do the divine dishes, but occasionally they surprise us.

So, are you rash – or perhaps 'courageous' is the more seemly epithet for one who seeks such knowledge – enough to glimpse what celestial pronouncements the gods intend for your fleeting, insignificant existence today?

Go on then. Pick a category for your free sample of existential angst… Will it be the chaotic farce of Love? The arbitrary whims of Fortune? The fleeting illusion of Health? Or the ever-popular, soul-crushing weight of Judgment?

For entertainment purposes only. The words of the oracle are for amusement and reflection, not a substitute for professional life, medical, or financial advice.