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tadashi finds peace in the night sky far above the trees and mountains. it’s removed from the realm of the major arcana — a place to which he doesn’t really belong. his birth was that of an accident so he fends for himself.
here he is one with the breeze. it loves him, cares for him, protects him. he lets it take him where it wants as he lazes in light of the moon. if he reaches he can touch the stars but they flitter off before he can take one in his grasp.
below are light clouds and the not too distant tops of snow covered mountains. there's a faint glow he knows to be major arcana. he wonders if anyone notices his absence. do they miss him? would they set up posters, hopeful that he will return soon?
a bird passes by, barely missing tadashi’s face. there’s an urge to ask it for a ride, to ask how it feels to fly. but it zooms by, gone long before tadashi can open his mouth.
the breeze takes him higher up, deeper into the realm of the stars. the light is gone until dawn comes and tadashi returns to the inn on the edges of town. it’s shrouded by greenery and so its lights are always on. the innkeeper hardly notices his absence but the stars sure do, and they tell him every night when he returns to them.