Tarot of the Stellaron Trail /HSR x Tarot

Dialogue/The Fool's Journey

In the green glow emanating from the middle of the chamber, the ancient oak walls seemed to writhe with unseen life. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, a noxious blend that clung to the nostrils like a phantom haunting us down. A tiny flame from the still burning candle danced and flickered in the hearth, casting shadows that seemed to writhe and writhe.

There sat Black Swan, beautiful Black Swan, her silhouette a variance contrast against the dim light. Her long and skeletal fingers traced the edges of a worn, leather-bound deck of cards. With quick manners, she drew a single card, her eyes boring into the soul of the observer.

"Dear Querent," her voice was a whisper, a caress of ice against the skin, "your card is the Fool."

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Card Name: The Fool

Character: Trailblazer

Rise and shine. A golden dawn paints the sky, casting long shadows across the land. There stood the Trailblazer, our fool. Welcome to your new adventure, Fool. Looking up at the sky, it seems like they got the Sun blessing. The sun keeps on following them around and begins your journey through the sky. The fool proudly donning clothes that scream they are from the Astral Express. Full of passion and vitality, flames with hopes and showing off their bravery. Although they are young and bold, they're not alone and hopeless. Although they are naïve, one thing is certain: they're neither blindly nor gullible. The "fool" carries a small pouch that fits the whole world inside. Such a foolish idea, I would say, to hold in hand such a burden with you everywhere you go. Oh, but wait? It's not a burden at all, is that a bird? A friend! Such a whimsical combination-carrying your pouch with a wand-such an adorable idea. Is it to show people that you're a person of words, that you're similar to a poet, or do you need support? If so, let me lend a hand. Oh, why don't we look at that? You have a beautiful white rose in your hand, so innocent and pure. Freely like a bird in the sky, free to go wherever you want. But poor Trailblazer, what is waiting for you will ruin you. People you meet, places you go-everything will ruin you; the world will show you its dark side. But don't worry; you will be just fine. That's the meaning of trailblazing, right? Your little companion Tuskpir seems to agree. You find yourself a good friend there. It will warn you of danger and will be there to share your pain and happiness. Just simply there for you. By the way, where is your first station, Trailblazer? The sea that is full of beauty and mysterious? No? Oh, is it the mountain then? A long, perilous path with so much difficulty ahead. Also no? But wherever you go, good luck, little dove. Look at you, so carefree, hand open to caress, and welcome your journey. Embrace every last drop of it. But be careful there; you might fall off that cliff. Beware of danger, little one.

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"What is your name? The Fool?"

"Caelus/Stelle"