THE MYSTERIES OF THE QUEEN OF CUPS

*A4/(210mm x 297mm) (8,27" × 11,69")/ pencils 3B, 6B, 9B, indian ink, charcoal, Canson paper 300 g/m2.

*It was a dark, foggy night when the Queen of Cups appeared amidst a mysterious circle of tarot cards. Her gaze was enigmatic, with the gleam of an ancient and powerful monarch. She was a figure of supernatural beauty, with hair as black as night and eyes that seemed to overflow with hidden secrets. The Queen of Cups was known for her ability to read the future and unravel hidden mysteries, but few dared to approach her. Legend had it that she possessed centuries-old knowledge, granted to her by supernatural forces. One day, a writer fascinated by the occult and the supernatural heard of the Queen of Cups and her unique ability to bring forth ancient wisdom. Determined to unravel the Queen's secrets, the writer embarked on a journey to find her. He traversed the dark and sinister streets of the city, following hidden clues that would lead him to the mysterious Queen of Cups.

Finally, after weeks of searching, the writer found the Queen in an old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the city. She was seated on a dark throne, surrounded by lit candles and tarot cards scattered on the floor. The Queen of Cups looked into the writer's eyes and saw in them a thirst for knowledge and a hunger for hidden secrets. She smiled, an enigmatic smile that sent shivers down the writer's spine.

"Do you wish to unravel the secrets of the hidden world?" asked the Queen of Cups. "Are you willing to pay the price for this knowledge?"

The writer knew that the pursuit of occult knowledge came with a price, but he was determined to uncover the secrets that the Queen of Cups held. So, he accepted the Queen's challenge and began studying the tarot cards, delving deeper into the mysteries of the supernatural. Nights turned into days, and the writer plunged further into the hidden secrets of the world. But as he approached the truth, strange events began to occur around him. Shadows moved where they should not, and unsettling whispers haunted him in his dreams.

Finally, on a stormy night, the writer had a revelatory vision. He saw the Queen of Cups on her throne, surrounded by a dark and antiquated aura. She revealed to him the true price of her knowledge. Terrified, the writer awoke, realizing that he had delved too deep into the mysteries of the occult world. He realized that the Queen of Cups was an ancient and powerful entity, demanding a high price for her knowledge. With a heavy heart, the writer abandoned his study of the occult and vowed never to approach the Queen of Cups and her dark realm again. He knew that, for him, the pursuit of occult knowledge had come to an end. The story of the writer and the Queen of Cups became a mystical legend, told by the shadows of foggy nights, and his name was always associated with the mystery and darkness of the supernatural world.