Deck: Golden Tarot of Klimt
He (the Knave) looks on without emotions as her feelings play themselves out. Behind him, hidden, are all the treasures he longed to give her. Behind him lay the one that death took, yet he faces her; before him, at his back, stands the strong one.
She runs the gauntlet to keep what she has or to gain what she longs for. She thinks she’s happy, but this is only an isolated moment, a surreal conclusion. Behind her is the man who will shake her from this illusion, either jarring her from her fantasy, or catapulting her into insanity.
Unity has come with a price. On one side the anguish of doubt and emotional stress; upon the other side strong arm tactics of a man. And between them both lay the crumpled pile of wounded personalities and cliques that use to masquerade as a family.