@Oneironott

Quicky summary of Dawn's forecast, keeping in mind Dawn flips Wands (Fire) and Swords (Air) relative to tradition, and has a bunch of weeeeird extras :)

THE QUESTION:
- Chevalier of Swords (a swashbuckling duelist with a Very Nice Hat, casting a rapier at the viewer while their giant birb mount flies a bit close to the sun)

THE CONDITIONS:
- Chariot (cybernetic kittytaur lady, quite possibly the Fastest Thing Alive, being reassembled by her pit crew)

THE PAST:
- Chevalier of Wands (a wary samurai on his rhino mount, surveying the horizon from a hill)

THE PRESENT:
- 9 of Cups (Basically Anthracite/Peggy in a collar, corset, and stripey stockings, taking a selfie surrounded by nine mismatched haphazardly arranged cups, each filled with a different Whimsical Thing)

THE FUTURE:
- Progeny of Void (a barren, rocky place with a distinct absence of a child who... should have been there)

THE CLIMAX:
- Fortune (frowning, possibly shrugging six-armed woman with a chessboard dress that merges with the floor and runs off into infinity, holding dice, coins, etc. in her hands

THE YOU:
- Sun (ecstatic bee-lady hovering over a buzzy, busy sun-drenched hive)

THE THEM:
- Untitled [Hanged Woman] (smiling woman in a bondage sack and a bubble helmet, suspended from a post while a confused crow stares point-blank at her, perched on the handle of an axe)

THE MOOD:
- VIII: She Is Legend (weird cat enby with rubber boots and twin-tail hair, holding up a fingertip that is turning fluid while the entire room twists and deforms around her)

THE ANSWER:
- Progeny of Wands (ecstatic young treelady falling to earth from high orbit, unconcerned that she is quite possibly about to burn up on re-entry)

So... yeah. Geeze. I was afraid Dawn was gonna project some of my own cynicism at you, but that's honestly a pretty sunny reading for her. I am SURELY projecting here, as all readers do, hopefully not just telling you what I think you want to hear. And I'm not even sure I AGREE with Dawn here, but... I mean, this is the message i'm getting:

Once upon a time, you were wary and scared, watching for Signs Of Doom on the horizon. You're having your share of hedonism, and when and if it comes to an end, you're ready to just walk away from the ugliness of this world and steal your energy right away from the Elders that had Plans for you. You are sure you are too nimble to be caught, and with the support crew you have, you might actually be correct. While your friends are in a state of suspension, playing the Reality Game as best they can and hoping for the best, you inspire them and radiate energy. Whatever happens, even if it destroys you, it'll be a beautiful burnout—and there's a distinct chance that you'll just scatter somewhere and regrow.

Enjoy the con, hun. I... don't know what that just was, but it was my most sincere go at it. <3