TarotScope of the Day

The city moved before anyone told it to. Transit rails re-aligned mid-journey. Message towers rewrote their own routing logic. Autonomous buses paused at green lights and accelerated through red as if colour had become a suggestion instead of a command. Above it all, the sky was crowded with delivery drones drawing new flight patterns that no traffic model recognised. Continue reading …

The world had been built on tolerating discomfort. Now tolerance was failing. Across the city, a phenomenon emerged. People called it The Shedding. Those who resisted The Shedding experienced breakdowns. Panic. Disorientation. Sudden aggression. They clung to outdated roles, outdated currencies, outdated hierarchies. Some even became violent, as if the collapse of their internal structures demanded an external target. Continue reading …

When the world grew loud with masks and echoes, and the people of Kemet forgot the sound of their own true names, Ra rose from the eastern horizon not as fire alone, but as a question. The prayers were many, the hymns were flawless, but something essential was missing. Continue reading …