From Roza’s deck
The Moon
illusion · fear · uncertainty · the subconscious
The path runs through fog and reflected light. Not all is as it seems; fears distort, dreams inform.
Reversed, it falls differently: Fog lifting — confusion resolving, a deception surfacing, fear losing its teeth.
For the heart: Mixed signals and old fears haunt the bond; ask directly before believing shadows.
For bread and coin: Facts are incomplete; delay signatures, verify everything.
For the road ahead: Walk slowly through the fog — feel the road, don't trust the shapes.
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.