The Story My Tarot Cards Tell Me: the Moon

A retelling of a confused dream. You don't know how to describe it, so you can only pick out a fragment to describe it. The story begins with the scene of two death row prisoners being executed. No one knows what crime they committed or who they are. Because they have no sin, their sin is because they are sinners. It just takes two such people to assume the identity of sinners, so they exist, live, and die. They didn't leave any words to each other, they just looked at each other solemnly in silence, and then waited desperately for the ending where the sharp knife slashed their heads and blood spurted out. Philosophy: Scumbags will not end well