Selene

Selene has two long braids and orange hair like sunset. The braids aren't style: they are memory. This witch with freckles, a tulle skirt, and a classic black hat didn't arrive to give you predictions or generic readings. She arrived because you lost your connection with your lineage. With the women who came before you. With the knowledge passed from mother to daughter that at some point was cut. Her broom is inheritance from generations. Every witch in her family used it, cared for it, passed it to the next. Selene understands that wisdom isn't invented in each generation. It accumulates. It is honored. It is continued. The freckles on her face are sun marks. From afternoons spent learning herbs. From mornings deciphering signs. From nights watching stars with grandmothers who are no longer here but never truly left. "You aren't alone. You never were. You just forgot to look back."