In search of solace I went back to the highlands. It was there that I found the house of burning cards.

The house has a garden and burning cards fell like snow flakes glowing amber in the dark. There were entities in exile; cast out of paradise over a prank that went out of control. I met someone who saw what I myself cannot see and she spoke to me about the Shadow-kin. She said she saw them hovering behind me; trying in vain to speak without voices.

And I all I could hear was the wind singing a haunting song of lamentation.

8 of Cups

The beast was here all along…

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