There's a man who isn't real, never was, and a woman who might be. There's a land of plains and skies, but also of dreams and hereafters, which saw a soul reborn and a spirit realised. It's a land away from the darkness, out of the shadows of doubts and uncertainties, and the future has just begun.

The other man stays as he stands, an intruder in this world like the rest of the crowds who waltz in and out, seeing without really knowing. But unlike them he's beginning to nudge open that door in between, taking the first few steps within. And he looks down now where the edges of the fortune teller's gift are cutting into his palm, unfurling his clenched fist and letting his eyes fall on the etched forms within.

A cup, a wheel, a sword, a staff, and a woman. The first card. The Magician.

He smiles.