Flara placed her hand on Tarot’s cheek . It felt as if she was feeling a strange object for the first time. Tarot stared at Flara in a curious way. “Where do you come from?” She whispered. “ I come from the world of Devastation and Sorrow.” Tarot bowed his head feeling the warm energy flow through him. It was something he craved.

“What is it like there?” She asked. “Hopeless and empty.” Tarot frowned . "Nothing is ever whole there and there is always suffering. Hopes and dreams of people are shattered. The spirit, Sinister, is full of hate and negativity.” Flara’s eyes widen. “ What is hate?” Tarot looked at her face , her eyes filled with curiosity. She was perfect and unspoiled. He turned away, his emotions took over. He did not want to tell her. “ Hate..Hate is…when love is absent” Tarot became unsettled. He took a deep breath. “Hate is looking upon someone in jealously and envy. Hate is wanting the worst to happen to someone. It is unforgiveness, it is anger on someone’s behalf. Hate wants nothing good and only wants pain.” “Stop..Stop…” Flara flinched and held her paw to her chest every time she heard the word it felt like a dagger in her heart. Tears filled her eyes . “Stop..Stop” she whispered shaking her head. Tarot cupped her face and gazed it her eyes. “Flara, you have brought me hope. I have watched you from the world where I come from. Every Solstice I get a chance to experience your world from afar wishing I could cross over, but the laws in my world won’t allow it. I always saw you greeting the creatures from other worlds, embracing them with your kindness . You are special, Flara out of all the others that dwell here you seemed to be the one that was the least content. You did not want to settle with what you were given. You questioned fate and the universe and wanted to know if there was something more. Your curiosity made me curious. It made me wonder if I could want something other than what I was dealt. You brought me a spirit of love that I never knew, at least as far as I could remember.” Flara looked at Tarot with tears in her eyes. She did not know his pain but she felt it. Tarot should have been filled with negativity and hopelessness, but he wasn't. She had given him hope and something to hope for. Tarot wanted to know Flara and her world. Their experiences were vastly different but their spirits linked together and they shared each other’s emotions. Flara felt his pain and he felt her love. They held each other’s hands and looked into each others' eyes. Flara knew Tarot’s need, to be filled with love and positivity. His life had ached and yearned for this moment. Flara starting walking and pulled Tarot’s arm. “Come on! Let me show you my world!”