Stepping inside, the flashlight illuminates thick strokes of paint covering nearly every inch of the tent walls. Tallies and symbols are written everywhere, looking like the scrawlings of a prisoner. The tent walls also billow back and forth, either from my movement or some unseen draft, making the writing look like it comes alive. Immediately I feel overwhelmed, like I might get trapped in here. All I want to do is find my way out.

Trying not to grow too frantic, I paw for the zipper at the other end of the tent. Climbing out, I find it opens into a short hallway. The hallway soon opens into a new room, which has another set of doors on its far wall marked Door Three.

I then look to the corresponding prompt on the scroll: What moves you forward fastest? Finally, I look up their Major Arcana meanings on the scroll’s codex.

I open the door.

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I open the door.

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I walk through this door and find myself in another hallway, this one much longer and narrower than the last. And much… hotter? Suddenly it feels like I’ve entered an inferno. Could that be by design? Or is this hallway just conveniently set over some ancient boiler, which would also explain the loud banging coming through the floorboards?

Either way, it feels fitting, given that this is The Devil’s room. Looking up, I also see this hallway is painted an ominous, warning-sign red. Most think of The Devil as being evil, but nothing is ever that one-sided in the tarot. The Devil reminds us that sometimes we need negativity to inspire us, because we can’t ever really appreciate the light without the darkness. Clearly, I decided to trust in this force, especially given my current situation.

But as I reach the next room, I think maybe I shouldn’t have. Something in here suddenly smells ungodly. As I enter this room at the end of The Devil’s corridor, I realize what: there’s a dead raccoon in here…

One crawling with wriggling maggots.

I fight the urge to vomit, instead turning to the next wall of doors. Is this rotting carcass here because no one has been through these rooms in years? Or was it somehow left here on purpose? Not really wanting to know the answer, I realize there’s actually only one door set into this next wall, painted purple.

I walk through this singular purple door.

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I walk through and find myself in another long room. I also notice there happens to be a second door beside the one I entered through, which means multiple symbols must lead in here.

My eye is immediately drawn to a small sculpture in the center of this room. Looking over its smoothed curves more closely, I realize it’s a chariot carrying a globe—two of the most clearly defined tarot figures.