Before the story begins, before the cards are turned, before the questions are formed-there is someone watching.
She is not asking to be known.
She is not asking to be forgiven.
She is not even asking to be remembered.
She is asking to be felt.
This deck was not born from abstraction. It came through bone and blood and rupture. Through women who survived without healing, through daughters who adapted too early, through threads too tangled to unravel-but still woven.
The Ancestor is not here to bless you.
She is not a guide or a guardian.
She is a witness. To your attempts. To your forgetting. To your coming back.
She stands in the landscape of you-in the body, in the dreams, in the inherited silence.
Place this card on your altar. Not for power. Not for protection. But for positioning.
To remember that you do not begin alone.
Let her hold the field as you begin.