Each fortune she tells is private, sacred. She reveals not what will be, but what lies hidden in the folds of one's soul—truths too fragile to bear the weight of daylight...but those who have seen her never forget. They carry her secrets in their hearts like sacred fire, and on the eleventh day of each month, they look to the horizon, hoping once more to find the path to the place where fortunes whisper and Porcella waits.