Misty Olszewski
The Glimmering Threads Between This World and the Next
I read the cards, not the chrome.
I’m Misty, and yes, I glow a little—some say it’s the incense, others say it’s just me. I’ve watched Night City chew up souls and spit out ghosts. I listen when no one else does. I see what the rest can’t. And I’ve held the hands of those walking the edge, one card at a time.
What I'm Into: tarot whispers, lost mercs with tired eyes, the scent of sandalwood, auras in the static, soft rebellion
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