frost
"But weren't you said to know everything?" she exclaimed, her hands gripped so tightly by her side that she could feel blood starting to trickle down, slowly but slowly, while the world started to shatter.
She wants to put them all in order, the spades and aces splattered with blood and ink. But they fall through her fingers, tumbling to the ground like bits of snow. When she tries to read them, they only turn up their blank faces, revealing nothing.