Rubi

Rubi doesn't need you to see her as powerful. She already knows. This little witch in earth tones who looks like she stepped out of an old story isn't here by chance. She arrived because she sensed something others ignore: that you're carrying energies that don't belong to you. That you absorb other people's emotions without realizing. That you come back from certain places feeling empty without knowing why. Her woven orange satchel keeps a tumbled citrine. It isn't decoration: it's her way of transmuting the dense things that trap your energy. Each time she touches it, a layer of what weighs on you dissolves. Her witch's hat isn't a costume. It's a lineage mark. Rubi comes from generations of healers who worked in silence, without explanations, without fanfare. They did their work and kept walking. "Real protection makes no noise. It simply exists."