The Hermit

Upright · An old figure stands alone on a snow-cleared summit. The lantern in their hand illuminates only a small circle at their feet. They show no hurry to descend.

Reversed · The lantern is guttering. They've backed several more steps into the cave; the light at the entrance has shrunk to a sliver. A voice calls from outside, and there is no answer.

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