This found you for a reason.

Eight cards. One of them had your name on it before you started swiping. The card you felt drawn to is not random. It is a mirror. It is showing you the exact energy sitting underneath everything you have been feeling this week. The restlessness. The knowing. The thing you keep almost saying out loud but swallowing back down. I read that energy. In plain words. Nothing dressed up. Nothing vague. The kind of reading that makes you put your phone down and sit in silence for a minute because someone finally said the thing you could not find the words for. Your first reading is free. Not because it is worth less. Because the card that chose you already told me you are ready.