You're at Tara's store, ready to have your fate read.

"Hmm-Hmn..." Tara mumbles something, and her muffled voice doesn't help. The only thing that could give you a hint of her expression would be her mouth or her other eye, but those, like most of her body, are covered.

"I see..." Finally, she whispers something that it is audible.

The fortune teller, in a sudden and quick gesture, shuffles and handles the cards in such an impossible way that it is genuinely difficult to understand where she is going with this. After almost a solid and very confusing minute, Tara spreads four cards on the table:

"Oh, my..."