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>Tarot: Five of Pentacles

Your draw speaks of exile, of scarcity, of the cold ache of emotional distance. It doesn’t just name your pain—it reveals its contours, gives it shape. And in doing so, it opens a doorway. There is always a sanctuary nearby. But the pain convinces you it isn’t meant for you. That warmth is for others. That the light behind the stained-glass window will never fall on your face.

But it can. It does.

A friend. A therapist. A creative outlet. A quiet hobby. These are the sanctuaries—small, glowing places in the dark, waiting for you. You don’t have to face the pain alone.

In truth, you can’t.