11-26-2008, 04:46 PM
Joaquin paced the small expanse of the tent, restless. There was some commotion outside the tent, but he didn't see any reason to get involved. After all, it was daylight now, and it wasn't worth the unpleasantness of being in the sun. He sighed, spreading his current favourite Tarot deck on the table and randomly drawing one.
The Tower. Change. The end of false beliefs and illusions. Plunging into the unknown. Loss of stability.
The vision he had seen was soon at hand. When will the signs come, the skies darken and monsters rain upon the splitting earth? he wondered. The present century had been nothing but dull so far; one needs a change, some excitement, if one is to live forever. He sighed once more, gathering the cards and shuffling them before replacing them neatly on the table.
Turning, he slipped into the back area to lie upon the thick carpet there. Perhaps he would nap to pass the time while waiting for a customer.
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