From Roza’s deck
Nine of Swords
anxiety · sleepless nights · dread
Awake at 3 a.m., face in hands — anxiety louder than reality; the swords hang on the wall, not in you.
Reversed, it falls differently: The night fever breaking — perspective returning, help accepted.
For the heart: Fear writes stories about this bond at night; check them against daylight.
For bread and coin: Worry exceeds the facts; act on one real item, drop the phantom ones.
For the road ahead: Night multiplies every sword — recount them at dawn.
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.