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TINY TAROT

The air is thick with the scent of mold and decay as you step into the forgotten room. Empty shells of obsolete technical equipment litter the dusty marble floor. A lone mahogany table faces you from across the room, draped in a velvet cloth.

Atop the table sits an ancient computer, coated in a layer of dust. Drawn toward the unusual sight, you take a few tentative steps. As if sensing your presence and awakening from a long slumber, the monitor begins humming softly.

You brush away the dust from the keyboard, and the screen flickers to life, displaying a single program ready to run. "TINY TAROT" is written in gothic lettering, glowing on the monitor like a warning beacon. The stark yellow light casts long shadows, and the silence is broken only by your bated breath and the rhythmic hum of the machinery. It feels like a message from another time, a bridge between worlds, promising revelations or perhaps a glimpse of something best left unseen. The cards are waiting, their stories eager to unfold, and as you hesitate to move the cursor, you sense the weight of fate itself pressing down upon you. Will you draw the cards and face what they reveal?