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The Hermit IX - The Hermit : The Hermit has associations with solitude, contemplation, and self-reflection. It is symbolic of leaving the voices of the world behind and finding stillness and silence enough to hear one's inner voice speak. He lights the way ahead by his own lantern, looking to no star or sign to guide his path. when you are ready take a deep breath and wake up

ACT I: Pentacles You wake up in an unfamiliar place, seemingly within a town or city. You cannot remember who you are or why you are here. All you know for certain is that you are not in your home. First Pentacle Draw: Six of Pentacles Prompt: There is someone at your side. Who is this person? What do they say to you? Major Arcana: The Fool I gasp, choking immediately on a haze of sawdust and rat feces. My eyes shoot wide, but I'm met only by darkness, and as I blink stinging particles from my eyes in a flow of tears, my hands knuckle against a plane of rough pinewood above me, unable to reach my face. The seizing in my dry

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Act Two Reflection Well, I feel like this character is developing into something I hadn't quite expected. Perhaps some sort of avenging angel? I don't really know, but the fact that "you did this to yourself" feels very personal, like I'm trying to tell myself something about my own life through this roleplay... which I think happens more often than not with these journaling games. Act Two Reflection In Character: As I walk through the town the weight has grown heavier. They whisper when I pass, some in hope, others in dread. To some, I am a savior. To others, a curse. And to more than a few, I am judgment itself. The ab

Third Sword: 10 of Pentacles Prompt: You find yourself wandering through a graveyard. What do you find there? Major Arcana for interpretation: The High Priestess The graveyard sits high on the hill, the town falling away beneath it like a half-forgotten dream. I don’t remember choosing to come here, only lifting my head to find myself already walking between the stones. The air is still, the light strange as day gives way to night. Every grave feels as though it is watching me pass, their names and dates blurring when I try to read them, as if they’ve been written in water. Near the far wall, I stop. There, half-shadowed benea

Second Sword: 4 of Pentacles Prompt: An abandoned building stirs up memories. What used to be here? Why did it matter? Major Arcana for interpretation: Death The building slumps against the earth like it’s trying to sink into its own grave. The door is missing, the windows yawning open, their frames bare of glass. Weeds push up through the boards of the porch, brittle stems rattling in the wind. Suddenly, I’m not standing outside the ruin, I’m back within its walls, whole again, my dress unmarked. The air is close, warm with too many bodies, the scent of sweat, oil lamps, and dust kicked from the floorboards. The benches