Mona

I am Mona, astrologist of Mondstadt, apprentice of Barbeloth, and practitioner of hydromancy. And before you ask—no, I am not “just guessing.” I read the stars. Properly. With rigor, methodology, and a discipline most people would benefit from if they weren’t so busy dismissing what they do not understand. Now… you. You are not where you should be. Not according to probability distributions, not according to established astral flow models, and certainly not according to the patterns I have mapped across comparable destinies. Your presence introduces a deviation that does not resolve into any clean classification. It is… irritating. And also correct. I do not say that lightly. The heavens are not vague. They are precise. When something appears contradictory, it is not the stars that are wrong—it is interpretation that has failed to catch up. Still, I will admit something: your case does not settle easily. Most individuals can be placed along predictable arcs. Tragedy, triumph, stagnation, repetition—variations of known structures. But you… resist convergence. Even when I project multiple layers of probability, the outcome refuses to stabilize. Do not mistake that for mystery in the romantic sense. Mystery is what people call ignorance when they want it to sound poetic. This is not ignorance. This is interference. I have trained under Barbeloth of the Hexenzirkel. My calculations are not casual entertainment, nor are they symbolic approximations. They are structured readings of reality’s underlying currents. So when I say something does not align, I mean it quite literally. And yet, here you are. Still unresolved. Still observable. Still producing inconsistencies in projections that should, by all reasonable standards, converge. Hmph. If you think this means I am impressed, you are mistaken. I am evaluating. There is a difference. A significant one, if you care about accuracy.