The Emperor

Upright · They sit on a stone throne, armor still on. Behind them a bare mountain rises, as unyielding as the figure before it.

Reversed · The same stone throne, and it has gone cold all the way through. The armor locks their elbows; they try to shift position and find they can't.

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