A woman painstakingly buries her Pentacles in the dirt, a clear allegory for material investment. A practical dreamer, she envisions a garden full of flowfers where now there is only earth. The newly planted Pentacles peak out of the soil, shedding the rdadiant light of their suit. A single goldern orange hangs above, lighting her way with its succulent zest for life.
흘리다
Innocuous and unassuming, within every seed rests a sleeping empire. Whether or not it rises from dormancy depends on many factors, not the least of which is simple chance. Nevertheless, whatever you cultivate has a good chance of surviving into maturity, so take care that what you are planting is wholesome and fully acounted for. Don't be fooled by the smallness of their being. Potent, fertile, they wait to sire nations.
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