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Act I: Pentacles

I did something a little different for the layout of this one on the page I'm building for these. I like it, though I'm not sure I'll do them like this for every single one. I like breaking up the structure. This one took me a little longer, just to see if I could better structure the story aspects. So they've been written and rewritten a few times.

Content Warnings in the images for fire, swords and more covered faces.

( This is my layout with more cards from The Somnia Tarot by Nicolas Bruno )

My draw for Act II was: 2, 12 & 5

TWO
"Your eyes are drawn to a statue. What is this statue of? Which emotions does it stir in you?"
THE LOVERS :: The walk to town is uphill until the path along the coast falls away into a cliff with nothing but an distant crash of waves against rocks far below. The entrance is flanked by two standing stones and a path that feels like a way to somewhere warm and comforting. I pass a plinth outside the church with a sculpture of clasped hands wound together by vines. I approach, further investigating the structure and rounded edges of leaves and fingers and thumb clasped over thumb. My own hands stretch and curl, a ghostly echo of former warmth passing over my palm. Fatigue has settled into my shoulders and the growing void in my stomach reminds me of the cold both inside and out.

TWELVE
"Someone asks for directions and you're able to correctly point the way. Where was this person trying to go? Why do you know the route so well?"
THE WORLD :: Before I have gone much farther, a woman waves her arms in big rounded gestures in front of me. I stop long enough to see the concern in the lines of her face. She's speaking but it's muffled as if fighting through a curtain against the wind. Something about her dark dress and shining buttons, her exaggerated movements make me uneasy. I turn and point back toward the church, as I spot the circle and small chain around her neck. The place is visible and if she'd ignored me to walk a little further, she would've found it on her own. It must be the right answer; she takes off running in its direction.

FIVE
"Someone on the street recognizes you. How do they react when they see you?"
JUSTICE :: I find myself in a small row of houses, well lived in from the looks of them, a quiet road with fewer people passing by. Something rattles a window as I pass, the vibration turning my attention just in time for me to catch a glimpse of someone on the other side. They're bent in pain, mouth open. A scream tears free from the woman, it's a guttural sound that rips through me despite the wall between us. Horrified eyes stare back at me through the window.

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Hope you enjoyed. If you'd like to participate in this weird writing exercise, check out my first post here.