Fools.

Deep carvings made jagged lines and curves through the rock. When glanced at in a closer light, the cryptic symbols spelled out dec1334dec1344. Further down the coarse slab, the stone read in lower case, "arlomarzuch." The Marzuch's were not the wealthiest family; finishing words, punctuation, and spaces were quite the pretty penny.

The dark sky contrasted with the white orbs beginning to descend from above. Upon contact with the mysterious bright lights, Luna was taken away.

The images were faint, projecting blurry silhouettes blinded by a white background. The figures glided on the light at a downward angle, levitated, and evened out. Luna's throat began to close as the figures began running towards a blur that lay limp in the white.

As 4 bells rang from the city hall, the door of apartment 2043 flung open-colliding with a pile of velvet tablecloths and metal stands for her crystals. Luna refused to move as mortals in suits began to sift through a lifetime collection of memories.

Cards were thrown across the room by the suits, drifting softly to the ground like the white orbs. Under the table, where Luna lay covered in several collections of polaroids and dried out sage, a tarot card floated between the floor and velvet cloth.

The fool, sometimes titled the jester, card presented itself to the crusted over woman. A faint ink arrow pointed to the face of the fool. Tracing the line to the beginning with her finger, Luna read the word "Arlo."

He was a fool, innocent and hopeful for the future and she was his guardian, the white dog.

Luna was supposed to know.

As the suits filed out of the box, Luna emerged from the curtain like cloth and decided to conquer her fear of the mysterious white orbs.

Trudging through the white with her violet cloak dragging behind her hunched back, Luna passed the solid fountain.

The fool was gone.

Luna radiated heat and began to melt the collection of orbs covering the pavement. Trembling, Luna made her way back to her apartment. She kept her sockets fixed on the white, attempting to find a speck of color. Her eyes were glazed over with water and film, making it nearly impossible to determine what was in front of the woman.

A man appeared sitting on a bench, adjusting his collar.

Desperate now, Luna approached the man and pressed, "Have you seen one of my tarot cards? It is the Fool." His voice tuned in muffled to her drums, so she followed his gestures. His hand lead her to the card.

Luna considered her actions lately and thought to herself, "Maybe I am the fool and he my dog?" 

The Stars.

Droplets made their decent from the line, over the bone, to the end, and fell to the Earth. The salt water filled orbs reminded Luna of crystal balls; always containing an insight, a gaze into the future. Luna refused to wipe away the drops, in fears that it would cause bad luck with her reading abilities.

The moonlight kept a steady glare on Luna's grey crater-filled face and reflected off the orbs. Looking up, Luna thought she caught her own reflection, but it was just a worn tombstone. She always found herself in the cemetery. She always found herself at his grave. Always.

Reaching into her silk bag, her calloused finger tips catching on the fabric, she pulled out a small circular throw and a packet of tarot cards. The cards featured silver etched crescents and stars. Laying out the cards, Luna flipped over the star card. The stars promised hope, renewal, and inspiration-all exactly what Luna was seeking.

Just as her hopes seemed to have been lifted, the stars began to fall. It began slowly, the dusted sky experiencing one flash every minuet or two, but became more rapid as time progressed. Luna's mouth tasted of the ocean. The droplets returned and fell in time with the stars. Hope had vanished.

Luna felt her senses slip away from her. Her abilities had been leaving her body for awhile now, but the process seemed to be picking up. She felt heavy.

Upon returning to DreamWood Terrace, Luna found herself on the 5th floor. Realizing what today was, Luna pressed the cracked elevator button. Standing in front of the dull silver doors, Luna waited. As soon as the doors let out a loud moan, she rushed forward and met with what felt like a wall. Her vision became clouded, the weight was lifted. Luna's eyes began to peer into the crystal earrings enclosed in the lobes of the wall, or woman, she had ran into. Luna received a vision. She knew this girl; she understood.

Luna's hearing became unmuffled as she whispered, "How strange it must be for you, my dear. To think one thing and be another."

Before allowing her patient to question her, Luna pushed the woman back into the elevator. 

Maybe the stars aren't falling after all thought Luna. She had nailed that reading...but how odd she thought, for a girl to be so conflicted about wanting waffles.

The Moon.

The grey lines began at the sockets, making cracks that curved outwards towards her temples. Darker grey splotches were dusted across her face. Peering into the crystal, Luna watched her reflection casting shadows on the faded lavender walls of her 2nd floor apartment.

She felt outside of herself, airy even. Readings tend to drain the soul-she believed.

Whilst lifting herself from the tattered velvet chair, Luna noticed the bumps protruding from her knuckles. Until recently, aging never seemed to exist for Luna. In her personal readings, she was always portrayed as a youthful and glittering young sprite. Now all that appears is a lumpy old hag with an extensive collection of crystal balls.

"Sage," she thought, "Sage is known to cleanse the home and spirits, hopefully including my own."

Luna made her way through the stuffy apartment, easing over stacks of tarot cards, advertisements for her home based reading business, and other random articles of the psychic nature. Tripping over a pile of old polaroids, Luna felt a hole begin to burn through her heart. His face stretched and vibrant-flowing with life and emotion-filled the polaroid. "Arlo," whispered Luna, reaching for her heart. Luna's blood began to boil. Her once grey crusted over face heated up and transitioned from pale pink to blazing red. Shrieks escaped from the deepest cavern of her being. Losing control of her muscles, Luna began to flail herself uncontrollably throughout her apartment.

Darkness.

The white light shining through the slits widened as Luna awoke. The apartment was lit dimly by the gaze of the moon. The light grazed the crystals, casting soft rainbows throughout the room.

Checking for the time, Luna shifted her vision to the clock on the microwave. Nothing. "How peculiar," Luna murmured with white clouds escaping through the crack of her mouth. The power was off.

As Luna walked down Main St., she admired the darkness; however, she was drawn to the light.

Many believe the face of a man can be made out on the Moon's crust, but Luna often sees herself in the powdery orb. 

"The Moon itself is deceitful," she thought, "When it appears, its presence casts a glow over the Earth, but the Moon isn't the mass projecting the light." 

In tarot, the Moon represents a covering. Meaning one is shielding their true identity, their past. This eases Luna as she continues her stroll through the darkness.