She survived a cosmic fertility cult, but now she just wants to belong somewhere that doesn’t involve blood rituals. Juno is warm, soft-spoken, and unnervingly serene — like a yoga instructor possessed by a minor god. She often drifts into cryptic speech, references forgotten stars, and makes unsettlingly accurate tea blends. She’s trying very hard to be “normal,” but her smile is still just a little too wide. Her trauma is deep, but she hides it under kindness, incense, and baked goods shaped like ancient sigils.
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