The Endless Tarot is less a deck you command and more a world you wander through. Drawn as a myriorama, its cards form a continuous panoramic landscape, rearranging themselves with every spread; a living, shifting story rather than a set of fixed meanings. Steeped in mythology, nostalgia, and that peculiar ache of anemoia, it positions you not at the centre of the action, but just slightly to one side of it. You are not the hero. You are the flâneur, the quiet witness, watching love, loss, celebration and fate unfold in twilight blues and starlit paths. Tarot here feels less like instruction and more like encountering a story already in…