In 1880, Zanthor, a mysterious and fascinating fortune teller, was a fixture of traveling fairgrounds in Europe. She lived in an ornate wooden caravan, a mix of intricate carvings and vibrant paintings that drew curious onlookers. Hanging from her entrance, lanterns cast a soft light, adding to the mystical aura of the place. Inside, the scent of incense hung in the air, and a heavy velvet curtain separated the main room from her private quarters.
 Zanthor received her visitors at a small round table, covered with a cloth embroidered with esoteric symbols. She read the future through tarot cards, a deck worn by the years and charged with energy. Her piercing gaze seemed to read souls, and her voice, deep and captivating, gave her predictions an almost irrefutable weight. People came from all walks of life to hear her prophecies, some with hope, others with apprehension. Zanthor was known for her discretion, but also for the disturbing precision of her visions. Her reputation extended far beyond borders, and her name became almost legendary.
 Forty years later, her granddaughter, named Elysia, had grown up lulled by her grandmother's extraordinary stories. She was convinced that Zanthor possessed a rare gift: the ability to communicate with the afterlife. When Zanthor died, Elysia felt an immense void, but she was determined to reconnect.
 One day in 1920, while wandering the foggy streets of London, Elysia entered an old antique shop. The place was cluttered with strange and dusty objects. Her eye was drawn to an intriguing device: an Edison receiver. She had heard rumors about this device, supposedly capable of picking up frequencies from another world. Without hesitation, she bought it, hoping that this strange device would become her link to her grandmother.
 Back home, Elysia spent her evenings experimenting with the receiver. She set up candles, plunged into absolute silence, and carefully adjusted the device. Sometimes she saw glows on the walls, but one night she thought she saw the lamp under the door lighting up the room. Elysia felt a mixture of fear and wonder. Was it really her grandmother speaking to her through this device?
 It was the beginning of a series of paranormal experiences that would mark Elysia for the rest of her life. She devoted her years to refining her attempts at communication and preserving Zanthor's spiritual legacy. Tales of her experiences made their way into occult circles, fueling the legend of this seer from another era and her daring granddaughter, convinced that death was not an end, but a bridge between two worlds.