TarotScope of the Day

I stood on the skywalk outside the Bureau of Valuation, watching the fog refract the ads into halos. Promises floated everywhere—love packages, legacy bonds, hope derivatives—each more lyrical than the last. The city hummed with inspiration, and with it, a dangerous elasticity. Boundaries thinned. Filters loosened. The algorithms that normally kept fantasy at bay had been softened by an update no one quite remembered approving. Continue reading …

Mara stood on the upper walkway of the Archive Ring, watching the horizon reassemble itself. She had spent years preserving inherited narratives—data inherited from older centuries, from people who believed continuity meant survival. Yet lately, the stories felt too heavy, stacked with expectations that no longer fit the world unfolding beneath them. She inhaled, deliberately. The city responded. Continue reading …