Yesterday was December 7th

Like every Sunday, I began the day with the same ritual: a quiet cup of coffee in a corner. It is not the taste I love the most. It is the short pause it creates, a small opening in my mind, a moment where I step out of life’s noise and return to myself.

After finishing my coffee, I walked toward the restroom and noticed a long row of tables in the distance. Dozens of people were sitting across from one another, each holding cards with a strangely serious look on their faces.

At first, I thought it was tarot. The colors of the cards, the way the tables were arranged, the way people stared at each other made it look like someone was reading a fortune while someone else waited quietly for their future. I even wondered if it was some sort of group tarot event. They were playing with such focus and precisi ...