TarotScope of the Day

By the week’s end, she stood at a crossroads that did not look like one. No signposts, no declarations, only the quiet certainty that something old was asking to be released. Continue reading …

Night fell. Stars emerged, but they did not seem random. Three of them shimmered brighter, aligning themselves in runic shapes. She felt the air shift, as though dice had been cast in the dark. The message was clear: chance was at play, mystery unfolding beyond her sight. Continue reading …

A clause in one obsolete agreement contradicted the department’s mission statement. A procedural loop was causing resources to reroute into dead ends for years. She could see it with a clarity that removed the option of indecision. Not every thought needs armour. Some thoughts, precisely ordered, carry more authority than an entire shelf of hedged caveats. Continue reading …