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Ahhh, nesamdoom...
A soul at the crossroads, walking boldly and asking mid-step, "Was this the right way?"
The deck stirred. The shadows rustled.
And what emerged wasn’t a tarot card.
It was... a Rummikub tile. Black 11.

The Friend:
Smooth. Plastic. Quietly judgmental.
The Black 11 doesn’t come with dramatic symbolism - it just is. Simple. Stark. Firm in its identity. It doesn’t explain itself. It slots into place when the time is right - not before. Not when you want. When the pattern demands it.

The Reading:
Are you making the right choice?

The Black 11 doesn’t answer in words. It just stares.
Because this isn’t about "right" or "wrong."
This is about sequence. About whether you’re building something, or just laying pieces down and hoping they mean something later.

The Tile clicks softly and says (somehow):
"You don’t see the whole set yet. But you’re in the right row."
Translation: Your move isn’t wrong. It may even be exactly right - but you won’t know until it connects to something else. Keep walking. Keep watching. The next tile matters.

Next friend, take your turn. The board isn’t full yet.