The first-ever Cult of the Lamb Fair was in full swing, and Shamura was absolutely thrilled to run their own fortune teller’s booth. They’d set up a colorful table draped with fabric and lit candles, creating a mystical atmosphere.

“Step right up, step right up!” Shamura called, grinning widely as they shuffled their Tarot cards. “Let me read your future, reveal your destiny!” A nervous cultist approached and sat down. Shamura dramatically laid out the first card.

It was The Tower.

“Aha! The Tower!” Shamura said, their voice full of confidence. “This card means chaos, but also a rebirth! You are going to face a huge storm, and—oh, wait—it’s full of frogs! Yes, giant frogs, I see them. You’ll be overwhelmed by frogs. It’s a sign of great change, for sure.”

The cultist blinked, unsure whether to laugh or run. “Frogs?”

“Yes, frogs! The most important part of your future. Very significant.” Shamura nodded seriously, flipping the next card: The Fool. “Ah, The Fool! You’re going to trip over something big. Probably a rock, but maybe—yes, a very large bird will swoop down and knock you over. Don’t worry, though, it’s for your growth!”

The cultist stared, wide-eyed. “A bird? Okay…”

Shamura waved their hands excitedly. “But wait! It’s not all bad. The next card—The Fish—shows transformation. You’ll change, just like a fish! Not literally, of course, but you’ll become more emotional, more in tune with your feelings. Yes, yes. Very deep stuff.”

The cultist just walks away.

Another one approaches the booth. Without even consulting the cards, Shamura points at the Cultist and says,

"You will marry a pineapple!"