Princess of Cups
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Image from the Antique Anatomy Tarot Deck by Claire Goodchild.
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:: In the heart of a hedge maze, a gentle girl in a shapely silk dress stands hand in hand with another, a girl in a quilted tunic with an arming sword at her side. ::
:: In the heart of a hedge maze, a gentle girl in a shapely silk dress stands hand in hand with another, a girl in a quilted tunic with an arming sword at her side. ::
Here we stand, brothers in station from the four far corners of the realm to humbly pay respects to the old, great king.
The king is dead, long live the kings.
The king is dead, long live the kings.
July 2, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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:: In the heart of a hedge maze, a gentle girl in a shapely silk dress stands hand in hand with another, a girl in a quilted tunic with an arming sword at her side. ::
:: In the heart of a hedge maze, a gentle girl in a shapely silk dress stands hand in hand with another, a girl in a quilted tunic with an arming sword at her side. ::
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:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Cup scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Cup scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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:: They are atop a spire. The Strands of Order and Sovereignty radiate through them to the four directions.
:: Sensing their hesitation, the Eye above opens, glaring down. The High Priestess must be found.
:: Though they struggle, it cannot be overcome.
:: They pull. ::
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:: They are atop a spire. The Strands of Order and Sovereignty radiate through them to the four directions.
:: Sensing their hesitation, the Eye above opens, glaring down. The High Priestess must be found.
:: Though they struggle, it cannot be overcome.
:: They pull. ::
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July 1, 2025 at 12:41 PM
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:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Cup scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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:: Ash, dust, and shadow swirl. A young woman steps from the Void, a Cup scarred into her breast. ::
Maker. You call and we come.
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