The man carried ten staffs on his back, but seven of them fell away from him. The three that remained became my swords. Death came for the Empress and the Tower fell. Molok was invited in, but the Queen of Coins sits atop the World.
Temperance has turned away, as did Justice. The Fool looks to the Stars for hope.
Soon. The time is not yet here.
The sand does not care whether rain, or tears, or blood falls upon it; the sand devours them all the same. Our now-nameless home, bound in chains as we. Thy time will come.