Shaken by his nightmare, The Fool rises early and continues his journey.

Before long he is climbing a hill crowned by a lonely tower.

He stops short of the edifice when he hears an anguished voice call out from one of the windows.

Take care for the old ways are crumbling, it cries. The new ones are blind. Chaos, havoc and misery stalk the land. There is danger and uncertainty.

Nothing can be trusted.

Not even me.