The Fool walked through the desert with the ruins of the Tower behind him. The ground seemed less ocean bottom and more land like. The trees grew thicker and the heat got more humid. He was walking through a steamy jungle.
The underbrush and trees got so thick that he was squeezing through the fauna. His breathing was restricted by the heavy humid air. Mist rose into the air from the forest floor. Animals that he has never heard before screamed from the wall of greenery.
He came to a clearing where a giant statue head had fallen on to its side. The face was serene with closed eyes and a knowing smile. The jungle grew right on top of the statue. Vines climbed up and down it and moss grew from the surface.
The Fool noticed six teacups lying in saucers on the ground like an offering to the giant head. The Fool went and inspected the cups and noticed that there were flowers in them. The cups had been there for a long time and were cracked and chipped.
A monkey dressed in monk robes came out from behind the giant head and squatted in front of the cups facing the Fool.
These are Forget-Me-Nots, the monkey said pointing to the first cup, and it represents true love. It also represents its greatest fear, of being forgotten.
The next cup is holding marigold, the monkey said, it is the flower of the dead. It decorates to honor the dead, but it also represents the pain and grief that comes from losing someone.
The next flower is the Asphodelus flower, the monkey went on, it is beautiful but represents death, and the journey a soul must make to get to its final resting place. It also represents how fresh your burrata is. It is poison to some, but a medicinal herb to others.
It began raining and the drops hit the little water that sat at the bottom of the cups. It put the Fool in a trance but kept concentrating on the monkey monk.
The next is jasmine, the monkey continued, it is eternal love, but a love that is unconditional. That can be challenging to some. To love that much but not possess? That is true power.
The final flower is lavender, the monkey said, it is the scent of dreams and sleep. It is the aroma of hope and relaxation.
The monkey stared at the Fool with a smile on his face. The Fool was unsure if he was supposed to do anything. The Fool looked down at the six cups and flowers and nodded some more to make the monkey monk think he was meditating on all he has learned.
The monkey got up and walked back into the dark misty jungle and joined the yelling creatures that lurked, The Fool thought about his memories and how he didn’t seem to have many. He wondered what kept him from making mistakes over and over again. He guessed it was better than knowingly making mistakes.
He stood up and walked back into the jungle hoping to find his next destination.