Death. Fiction is difficult. Maybe a coffee, first.

The Eight of Swords (Reversed). The Journey never ends. Let’s follow a voice.

The Ace of Cups. I was having the strangest dream. Wait…

The Emperor. Powerful change comes with painful growth. Time for Truth.

The Eight of Swords. Time to go on a journey. (Where?)

The King of Wands. Let’s lead each other through these shadows. I have a story about a party full of wonderfully creative guests.

The Emperor (Reversed). There he is, and here I am. And it’s time we continued our dance.

The Devil (Reversed) and Death. They both made an appearance. We must honour that. What keeps us from transforming?

The King of Cups. There’s a strange ringing, in the trees. Let’s answer some calls.

The Six of Cups. What did you invent, as a child? I have a story about a girl and her imaginary friend.

The World (Reversed). We can be so much more. A story about the dead; a song about living.

The Eight of Swords. We each set traps for ourselves in our own way. Here’s a story about a confused, angry, ravenous beast.

The Nine of Cups. I am not interested in fear tonight. I am craving magic instead.

The Ace of Pentacles (Reversed). I must be around here somewhere… I have a fairy tale for you.

The Nine of Swords. I just had a terrible nightmare. I have a story about an artist, with his own nightmares to face.

The Seven of Wands. This terrible cold is relentless. Three greedy adventurers set off on a journey.

The Six of Cups. Two little stories, for someone who deserves them. Something is watching from the trees.

The Lovers (Reversed). I got you a present for the solstice (this is your present). It’s a myth. It’s a love story. It’s Chaos.

The High Priestess. Can you see that other world, just there, beyond our own? I have a story about two friends who learned to travel in their sleep.

The Three of Swords. How can we turn despair into something beautiful? A story about a woman who built a fortress for herself.