Death

Upright · A skeleton clad in black armor moves across the open field. Behind it an old banner has fallen; in the distance the horizon has already begun to lighten. It carries no one away; it only clears what needed to go.

Reversed · The skeleton has stopped. Someone is gripping the old banner with both hands, not letting it fall. The pale light at the far horizon hasn't spread any closer.

A mirror, not a prophecy. It reflects you as you are right now. How you walk is still yours to choose.