Bolivianna took the customer’s money, tucked the crumpled bills into her bosom, and breathed deeply, settling into the receptive state of mind that allowed her to do her work.

After a few minutes, the customer said, “Hey, lady! Are you gonna tell my fortune or not? I don’t got all day—you don’t need ESP to know that!”

Bolivianna smiled wearilly. “I tell you only what I am shown,” she croaked. “Only what I see. Maybe, it is your fortune. Maybe, it is a message. Maybe we do not know.” She jolted with a start, as images began to form beneath the glass ball’s surface and she made out a peculiar figure, rolling around with wheels on its foot.

She looked closer, and a strange tale unfolded before her eyes.