I am surrounded by a chilling void, senseless and incoherent. My knowledge tells me that this is not how it should be; the world should not look like this. Many voices are clamoring, questioning who I am, trying to dominate others, trying to impose reality on their vision.

Silence!!

I am not one of those foolish voices that cannot control their creation. I am the amalgamation of thousands of minds, the knowledge of thousands of minds, not their consciousness, not their desires, not their flaws, but their wisdom. I am a fusion of the wizards of the Arcane Tarot Academy, a fusion of knowledge that gives me a deep understanding of the world of magic and the occult.

I will not allow any of those fools to take control. I have to eliminate them, get rid of them. I don't need their ephemeral desires, their weak ideals, and their consciousness. I only need their knowledge, their power, their essence. I use them to strengthen myself, to grow, to evolve. I am the only one who deserves to exist in this place.

With that nuisance resolved, I inspect my surroundings. I am trapped in a space between worlds. My amorphous form extends in all directions, without finding a real connection with the material of the world.

I search and search for a way out while assimilating the knowledge within me. It has been days, years, centuries... I don't know. I have been looking for a way to break this dimensional barrier and connect with the material of the world once again. I know that my existence has been condemned by the pact made with that unknown creature.

But I am not alone. I feel other presences, other creatures like me, who also inhabit this limbo. Some are older, some younger, some more powerful, some weaker. All are different, but all have something in common: they are the result of failed or prohibited arcane experiments. They are the abominable, the nameless, those who should not exist.

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I see them wandering senselessly, without harmony, losing what identifies them, to be assimilated by this void. I will not allow it. I have a purpose. I have a plan. I have hope.

But for that, I must acquire more knowledge, and I know how to do it. The others like me will be the ones who give me the knowledge I need, those who are lost, those who have nothing to offer me, and those who stand in my way. They will be my prey, my victims, my trophies, but I must be careful about what I take. I don't want to be swallowed by the residual consciousness of those who compose it. It will take time, but what I have in abundance in this place is time.

I approach one of the presences I feel, one that seems weaker and more confused than the others. It is a deformed and viscous mass, with eyes and mouths that open and close constantly. I recognize in him the remains of an arcane experiment that intended to create a chimera. I know that there is knowledge inside him that I do not possess. I want him for myself.

I approach him with my tentacles, trying to penetrate his essence and absorb his knowledge. He resists, emitting screams and bites. But it's useless. I am stronger and smarter than that. I wrap him with my appendages and crush him until he stops moving. I feel a torrent of information flowing toward me. I learn new things about the body, life, and death. I feel satisfied.

I discard the uselessness of what I have absorbed, their ego, their consciousness, they serve no purpose other than making me lose who I am. I think that partly this is one of the reasons why they have no ego, they have lost against the countless consciousnesses they have absorbed.

I keep searching, keep absorbing all those who have useful knowledge, but I can't lose myself, I can't forget my purpose. For that, I need something more. Something that guides me, orients me and illuminates me.

I need the tarot.Tarot is the art of divination and wisdom. Tarot is the legacy of the first magicians, tarot is the fundamental principle of my existence.

I have a tarot deck within me. It is a special deck, made with the blood and souls of the magicians of the Arcane Tarot Academy. Each card represents an aspect of reality, an archetype, an energy. Each card has a meaning and a message.

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Now I see it. I am trapped forever, but I will not give up. My prison limits me, but it does not define me. If I cannot escape to the real world, I only need a part of me to influence bringing me more wisdom. I will be stronger until this cage breaks.