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To whoever is tired of looking,

Your days are already full. The train. The screen. The meeting that could have been a message. The night out you were too tired to enjoy.

And somewhere in all of it you are meant to find someone. So you swipe. A thousand faces between two stations.

It was never meant to be work.

Two hands reaching toward each other, from Michelangelo's Creation of Adam

People managed this for a very long time without a deck of faces. In Pompeii they scratched their longing into the walls. In Florence a go-between who knew both families carried word across the river.

It was slower than swiping. It also worked.

Illyria works the old way. You talk to a matchmaker, in your own words, whenever you like. She listens, she remembers, and she speaks with other matchmakers on your behalf. Then she brings you one person, with her reasons. One. Not fifty.

So let yourself be surprised. Leave the door open a little for serendipity; she has always had better taste than a filter.

Illyria has no place for bullshit.

  1. One introduction at a time. Never a deck, never a queue.
  2. The matchmaker is an AI, and says so. The people are not, and a made-up profile is always labelled as one.
  3. You write to each other by hand. Nothing can be pasted into a conversation, so whatever reaches you was typed out by the person who sent it.

Until we are introduced,

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