# THE UNWRITTEN ARCANA LOKIWIZZ [INTRO] The sea went quiet. The compass spun. The Fool came back, but the journey wasn't done. Zero was waiting. The table was bare. Four tools in the dust, and nobody there. [VERSE 1: THE HIDDEN HAND] Back from the edge with a pocket of stars, map full of holes and a sky full of scars. The Magician smiled with a trick up his sleeve, said, "You found what you lost when you learned to believe." But the cup was empty, the sword was asleep, the wand had roots that went ten fathoms deep. The coin bore a face that had never been born, and the hand that dealt it was weathered and worn. I asked the old sailor what happened to time, he said, "It sank with the bells and the last warning chime." No beginning, no ending, no shore to defend, every road that you follow comes back to its end. The Fool took a seat where the Emperor stood, the crown was a cage made of polished wood. I turned it around, saw the name underneath, same old signature, same old thief. [VERSE 2: THE HIGH PRIESTESS] Moon on the water, two pillars of stone, one keeps the secret, one guards the unknown. A veil in the doorway, a book without ink, the answer gets closer the less that you think. She spoke in reflections, not language or sound, said, "Truth isn't buried. It's scattered around. You keep asking the heavens to show you the key, while the lock changes shape every time that you see." The oracle whispered through salt in the air, "Some things are hidden because nobody's there. Some things are waiting for eyes to arrive, some things stay dead till you call them alive." I followed the tide where the black waters bend, past the place where the beginning pretends to be end. The moon wore a mask and the mask wore a face, and the face knew the name of the one out of place. [VERSE 3: THE WHEEL TURNS] Wheel in the heavens, the gears underneath, kingdoms rise up while the kingdoms decay beneath. Fortune's a sailor with two different maps, one shows the treasure, one shows the traps. The Tower came down with a thunderous laugh, the lightning split the future in half. The Devil kept ledgers, the Lovers kept score, the Hermit lit candles behind every door. Death wasn't waiting with a blade in his hand, just a change in the current, a shift in the sand. Judgment rang out from a ship with no crew, but the voice in the bell sounded strangely like you. Round goes the wheel, but the axle stays still, the world keeps turning according to will. You can curse the rotation, resist every spin, or learn that the wheel has no outside to win. [VERSE 4: THE UNWRITTEN] I found an old deck with no final card, the edges were burned and the symbols were scarred. No World, no Fool, no Magician in sight, just a blank little space where the ink wouldn't write. I asked, "Who's the author? Who chooses the role?" The silence came back with a hole in its soul. A mirror appeared where the last page should be, and the face looking back was still looking at me. No master above it, no servant below, no single direction for anything to go. The hand and the card, the magician and sleight, the question and answer, the dark and the light. The trick wasn't hiding the end of the tale, the trick was believing the ending was real. The deck never closed, the last page never came, the Fool kept on walking without needing a name. [OUTRO] Zero at the center. The circle still turns. The book has no ending. The ink never dries. And somewhere beyond it, another Fool opens his eyes.
