#Divination

A seer is a professional in translating unasked-for predictions into vague prophecies, proudly concealing their hit-rate behind flowery language. They stir discourse with distant possibilities rather than immediate facts, lightening wallets with missed forecasts. Unfazed by scientific validation, they drape themselves in mystery with cryptic diction and billowy robes, convincing even the most skeptical audience. Failure to predict is their norm, yet each miss is excused as the fluid nature of fate, reinforcing their aura of inscrutability.

Tarot is a collection of paper fragments that claim to reflect the future. It purports to be a mirror into one’s deepest self, yet reveals only the depth of one’s wallet and the breadth of one’s anxieties. As you stare at the so-called mystical illustrations, you find yourself entranced more by the shuffle than by fate. The only prophecy truly written is the reader’s interpretation, always hinging on your own choices. In the end, this ritual whispers a subtle truth: its predictions are by no means guaranteed.