This world is illusory.
Chaos is constant.
The creator bestows blessings, hallowed with corruption, with filth... with darkness.
Feeble defiance writhes, and ends in a futile, faint struggle, never to awaken.
Bearing the weight of blasphemy, the shepherd reverently crawls with pious devotion.
"I shall offer all the sacrificial lambs, for the welcoming... of your divinity!"
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"It was a happy smile, an exaggerated smile, a ridiculous smile."
A room beneath the rising sun, where cards are played... but never won.
Eyes of fate meet a silent gaze, secrets shared... in The Fool's embrace.
A silver bell, a distant chime, the scent of fate entwined with time.
Whispers echo where shadows lie, a circle drawn beneath the sky.
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In The Fool's domain, his 'anchors' dance, threads of fate in phantom hands.
'They' rise and fall beneath his grace, tarot's hymn—a twisted space.
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'The Magician' speaks in veiled tones, lies wrapped in silk that cuts like stone.
'High Priestess' dreams beyond the veil, her silent watch keeps secrets pale.
'The Hanged Man' dangles without fear, bound in faith, yet drawing near.
Death reborn, a cycle true, while lovers part beneath the moon...
"Amidst the beautiful dance, Daly leaned forward gently, resting herself in Dunn's embrace."
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The bell tolls once, then fades away, The Fool will rise another day...
"From the beginning, you've been a guardian. You mimicked others until you were mimicked by others."