It was a quiet afternoon on N. Sanity isle. Seemingly overnight, a mysterious tent had appeared among the dense forests, held up between two trees on the side of a path. A neon sign was set up in front with the phrase “PSYCHIC READINGS” and a picture of a hand with an eye on it. If you were to enter the tent, you would notice it being rather dark inside. Suddenly, a row of candles along the edge of the tent’s interior would light up, and before you would be a table, at which sat a rather interesting character. A peacock with pale pink eyes sat at the table, feathery hands folded in front of zir as ze looked up with a knowing smile.
“Welcome…” ze stated. “Phasia has been awaiting your arrival…”