Digital oracle
Along a dark glass frame, the phases of the moon stand at equal intervals. The red triangle in the center beats. Only the edges of the horns hold heat, in gold. The chain drops to the throat the way a line of the frame would, without hesitation. Outside the frame there is no seal to press. You thought you had pressed one. The triangle has already written your name into the circle below.
- The Fool
- The Magician
- The High Priestess
- The Empress
- The Emperor
- The Hierophant
- The Lovers
- The Chariot
- Strength
- The Hermit
- Wheel of Fortune
- Justice
- The Hanged Man
- Death
- Temperance
- The Devil
- The Tower
- The Star
- The Moon
- The Sun
- Judgement
- The World