*[INT. CITY STREET – LATE AFTERNOON]*
*The rickshaw rolls slowly down a stone-paved road, the city alive with chatter, footsteps, and street vendors. LORD MODEUS sits in the back, eyes sharp but bored, chin resting on his hand as the human world unfolds before him. Suddenly, something catches his eye:*
*A faded sign swinging in the wind – "Madam Zuraya's Fortune Telling & Mystical Services."*
*MODEUS (to the driver, calmly):*
*"Halt. I desire… entertainment."*
*The rickshaw screeches to a stop. Modeus steps down, his coat swaying as he walks toward the eerie little shop with a crescent moon symbol above the doorway.*
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*[INT. FORTUNE TELLER'S SHOP – DUSK]*
*Candles flicker. Shelves are packed with ancient trinkets and dusty books. At the center sits MADAM ZURAYA, draped in velvet, her eyes heavily lined with kohl. She greets Modeus in a voice like wind through bone.*
*ZURAYA (mysteriously):*
*"Welcome, wanderer… I see your shadow stretches far, yet you cast no true form."*
*MODEUS (dryly amused):*
*"Then tell me… what does the void whisper?"*
*Zuraya places her hands on a crystal globe, focusing deeply. The globe begins to shimmer, then pulse—*
*ZURAYA (straining):*
*"I… I see… I see nothing but—"**SUDDENLY, the globe CRACKS and EXPLODES into shards of light and smoke. The candles flicker wildly. Books fall. A cold wind whooshes through the shop.*
*ZURAYA (staggering back, horrified):*
*"W-what are you?! That aura… it's—it's not of this plane!"*
*Modeus grins calmly, brushing glass from his coat.*
*MODEUS (with a mocking bow):*
*"Just a bored tourist with... *complicated ancestry.*"*
*He turns and walks out, the shattered shop echoing behind him. Outside, the streets are still busy, but Modeus hums to himself as he strolls down the lane, eyes glinting.*
*MODEUS (mumbling):*
*"If mortals break this easily, maybe I *am* the entertainment..."*
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