The monstrous tower expanded before her, looming The ghoulish tower rising in the bewitching undulations of a grim shadow that burst forth from a radiant shower of emerald-green fairy sparks. Knowing silence over the limitless sweep of the unforgiving xeriscape.įor young Sveta, the hideous night terror always began the same - she would see the mighty edifice of Great marble tower remained solid and immovable throughout countless ages, pointing like a ghostly skeletal finger into the star-jeweled indigo curtain of cool clear nights, eternally watching in Their endless journeys long enough to wash the dust from their parched throats with a tankard of the house’s best while listening with fascinated wonder to frightful legends of the dreaded archaicĪlone on the uncharted arid expanse of the bleak stony landscape of the fabled desert of Dreersin, the Ur had even yet been thought of, the firmly established remote antiquity of the enigmatic tower was whispered of in cloistered corners of shady roadside taverns where weary travelers paused in The old tower had stood since time immemorial upon its prehistoric granite foundation, by all appearances as ancient as the barren desertīefore the Druids raised Stonehenge as a doorway to unseen dimensions and before the great ziggurat at That was somehow sinister in its brooding silence. Wearing to the darkening, the lonely maiden didn't know why the tower haunted her dreams, nor had she any explanation for how she knew what she did about the lofty edifice Prophetic visions are said by some to come with a price.
When she opened her fluttering eyelids, she beheld major arcana, sixteenth trump. “ Please let it be the Lovers! Please let it be the Lovers! ” The hopeful girl turned the card face up. With a yearning fragile as grief, she murmured under her breath, The divination card trembled slightly in her supple fingers. Soulmate love - pure, true, and everlasting. The strawberry blond sitting opposite the fortuneteller reached to the middle of the little round table, picked up a card, and closed her eyes. The presentient clairvoyant psychic medium shuffled the Tarot deck, then dealt the cards in an equal-armĬross. A sliver of sulfurousĬrescent moon drooped low in the western darkness accompanied by a bright star that might have been a planet. The mysterious vesper rustled the fronds of date palms along the low adobe wall surrounding the small outdoor enclosure. The soft amber glow of citronella torches flickered with witchy foreboding as a chill night breezeįloated in from unseen distances of the vast dusty desert, eerily ringing the ghostly chimes that hung like silvery metallic fingers from the dreamcatcher ornamenting the patio in the smallĬourtyard behind the palm reader’s shop.
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