The High Priestess

Upright · They sit between a black column and a white one. Behind them a curtain is half-drawn, and the scroll beyond it shows only its edge. A crescent moon rests beneath their feet.

Reversed · The curtain is pulled all the way shut, the moon hidden behind it. They hold the scroll tight against their chest with the cover facing outward, not one page turned.

A mirror, not a prophecy. It reflects you as you are right now. How you walk is still yours to choose.