"The cards reveal, but only you decide what is real"

Chalice of Golden Linden

A student of architecture seeks something beyond merely submitting standard blueprints that will gather dust in the archives. On the eve of her submission, she had a dream, and her friend, a fortune teller, gave her three prophecies. Should she fully surrender to fate, script her own narrative, and what does it truly mean to "listen to one's heart"?