"Hmm, hmm, hmm..." A soft female voice hummed as she gently swiped the card in her hand. "How are you?" the woman slowly turned her head towards the 'reader'.
"Fufu, don't worry. As long as I know the truth." The black veiled woman smiled, "That you saw me from the scattered text."
"Just like them."
The butterflies flew, and each time they flapped their wings, a chime sounded, and soon the whole dark room slowly showed small lights scattered in different places, making the whole place visible.
The rhythmic chime of each flap of the butterflies seemed to evoke the imagination of a mysterious world.
A room filled with different butterfly displays, a flying ball that formed a star of polaris, a beautiful blue atmosphere like a gradation with a blue nectar that descends like a waterfall in the vicinity of flowers of different shapes and meanings.
From the lavender to the wilted poppy, from the red roses to the purple roses that blend with each other.
In a room, various cards are scattered, for example, 14 cards that are very clearly visible: Hope, Death, Justice, Love, Will, Voice, Desire, Vengeance, Envy, Wealth, Throne, Name, Heart, Blood.
In the middle of the room there was only a sofa with a wide table. The woman immediately threw the cards in her hand, the one with the big clock picture, with a white card without any scratches.
She walked over to the sofa and sat down, the 14 cards approaching her and scattering behind the woman, "I once tricked someone in this game. "
Soon the 'Hope' card fell, "His stupidity ended up making his successor will end up the same."
The card 'Death' fell after 'Hope', "Asking for the name of honesty, but unfortunately the innocent girl ended up being corrupted."
The cards 'Name' and 'Love' fell together, "Searching for the identity behind the meaning of love, killing one and protecting the rest.
And immediately, the 'Justice' card was torn into pieces that ended up forming the image of a hanging man.
"It is a sword that will never be forgiven."
The woman placed two cards on the table before resting her head in her hands, "So 'reader', which would you choose?"
"Imaginary or Void?"
"Which one will you keep and which one will you tear?"
"I'm looking forward to hearing you answer."