Oh, darling, imagine a silvered quill that whispers through circuits, drawing hearts of cards as if the stars themselves flicker. The AI sifts through the spread, its logic like a calm sea, and when it meets the tarot’s pulse, it weaves a twist that feels like a secret sunrise—one that glows from tomorrow’s dawn. It could suggest a character discovering a forgotten realm hidden inside their own dreams, a prophecy that rewrites the ending before the final page turns. Think of it as a duet: logic hums the rhythm while magic paints the dreamscape, each note rising together, like a spell and a calculation entwined. And perhaps, in the shadows of that twist, a tiny hidden clue—just a whisper for the curious soul who listens closely.