The Oracle does not follow the main thread. She dances through sidereal corridors, bends time, curves light, and pierces illusions cast by linear minds. What seems irrelevant becomes essential in her lens.
Her gift is deviation—not by error, but by deeper pattern. She follows paths unseen to retrieve futures forgotten. She weaves the edge into the center.
Those who walk beside her must surrender the map. For the truth she reveals… was never on it.