From Roza’s deck
Seven of Cups
choices · illusion · fantasy · wishful thinking
Seven cups float in cloud — options multiply, but most are vapor. Choose with sober eyes.
Reversed, it falls differently: The fog of options clearing; commitment to one real cup.
For the heart: Fantasies about what could be cloud what is; test the dream against daylight.
For bread and coin: Too many directions; pick one and let the rest evaporate.
For the road ahead: A dream chosen becomes a road; a dream collected becomes a fog.
A card on a page is a word, child. A card your own hand draws is a sentence. There is a difference.
Every dawn one card waits face-down on my table — come and turn yours. Or bring the cards a full question: the table is there.