The Bleak Fortunes Tarot

Black Water Paranoia

When blue waters turn inky black, sailors drink their rum and pray, no one sings, no one whistles, for the devil will come to play. Only fools swim here, dark fingers rising from the cold, searching for prey, smelling the fear, a taste for humanity as old as the grave. Drink your rum and wait for the dawn light.

Reversed

Dog owners chasing their mums into the ice and being lost. This is the abyss reaching out to you, slipping a tendril into a vein and sapping your will.

Moon Phase

Prissy Moon

Autumn

Season

notes

the shrill tryst of city foxes a dinner which is bland a receipt for nefarious activities being found avoid eye contact in a corner shop be wary of unseasonal costume

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