Lost Words Tarot

I ran a tarot card and crystal shop, and my life was ordinary until a talking Persian cat broke in. Its green eyes stared at the "Fool" card in my hand, and spoke human words: "Senior Tian, Waite's 'Fool' can't save you, Marseille's heritage is bleeding, and Thoth's madness is whispering." The smile on my face did not change, but a "Knight of Swords" was already clamped between my fingers. In the city at night, vampires roar in the dark alleys, and werewolves roar at the moon from the rooftops. And my tarot cards glowed coldly under the moonlight. On the cards, at the feet of the Fool, was an endless abyss.