Cold. Separation. On the face, it is innocent; reversed, it has a more lecherous bent. Yea, though you walk through the Valley of Shadow, it remains somehow comforting in its stillness.



Swords into cups, masculine into feminine. Canes are weak, mixed, spread among the fluffy bunnies, careless as to their oblivion. Coins are weak because of their focus, missing the beauty of what is there for the sake of practicum.

Strength comes from opposition, conflict.