You sat down at the round wooden table. The only light in the dark room was the burning candles. The dark cherished its secrets and kept the unpleasant things out of your sight. Yet it didnβt change the fact that the room might have been full of them.
There was a weird scent in the air. It was a mix of lavender, rosemary and longing for the past. Many still don't believe that the past has a scent until they smell it themselves.
The woman sitting across from you was dressed in black silk embroidered with star patterns and a language you couldn't read because it was beyond your understanding. She was also wearing a black veil where the starlight of a winter night sparkled, yet it covered her face fully. Or perhaps the centuries had worn away her face entirely.
Apart from the woman, there were no others in the room, or maybe the others just knew how to wait quietly in the shadows.
"Your life has reached the point where you hunt for inner knowledge and valuable insights. Or maybe you wish that something would portray hidden motives you may have."
Woman spoke with calm tone, a voice that sounded like eternity had honed it smooth. Then she pulled out a deck from among her black silks.
The tarot deck was old and faded, perhaps it was older than your great-great-grandparents. However, as the woman shuffled the cards in her hands, you felt your gaze become enchanted. As if the designs and characters on the cards had come alive and danced around the table.
"Shall we draw a card?"