We are playing with a word count. But adding a challenge to the mix. So a picture is worth 1000 words, we’re going for 100.
Her hand grips a white rose. But the rose has it’s thorns in Rose as well. She spins it between fingers until the pin holes let out a stream. It comforts her.
Below her spills out the future. Her cards neatly spread. Eight cards waiting to relieve her pain. Only her final card is death.
She smiles. Her heart skips a beat. It’s white rose is her’s. Everything fades away. Her pain can at last be gone.
Behind the card is a meaning of great change. The novice doesn’t realize the cards are pointing toward change. Her pain goes. She does not.