[WP] A divine being visits an atheist. By the end of the conversation, the atheist is a believer, and the divine being is an atheist.

Jane left the book shop, the guy she had a crush on wasn't there. She decided to come back and buy the book she wanted next week hoping he'd be there then. Not that she'd be able to get any words out even if he was. She imagined he'd find her stupid, awkward and slightly creepy. Already dreading going back on the busy city streets, she made her way down the corridor. The hole in the wall book shop was located in a historic building in the centre of the city. Jane was about to make her way down the old marble stairs when she noticed a sign 'tarot readings' with an illustrated hand pointing to one of the doors in the corridor.

Jane was cynical about all those things psychics, tarots and palm readings. It was all to regimented. If there was a higher being how could there be system to connect with it. This card means this, this line on your palm means this ect. Wouldn't it all be more random? Something made Jane push the door though, it could have been boredom or perhaps it was loneliness. She thought even a cold reading might make her feel like someone understood her.

The room was dark and filled with the strangest artefacts from different times and places. Jane noticed a faceless doll in basket all covered in white linen. Creepy. She kept on walking through the overpacked museum till she came to another room. The cliche tarot reading room, Jane scoffed to herself. A round wooden table with detailed tapestries and two women polishing what looked like crystal balls. The older of the two turned her head towards Jane before she even had a chance to make her presence known. "Sit down my child, I know you have come for a tarot reading" Gee good guess Jane thought, amazing how effective signage is. She started shuffling her deck of cards, no doubt which held all of the answers to Jane's problems. The heady scent of incense in the room was starting to make Jane feel dizzy though. It was all too overwhelming, the strange room with the strange women, what was she doing? She felt the familiar beginnings of a panic attack.

The room had gone dark except a soft glowing light pulsing in the centre. A woman appeared in a white traditional robe style dress and headdress embroidered with the most intricate flowers. "What's troubling you?" The woman calmly asked. "I just don't believe in anything anymore. I've been feeling down for almost a year now. It began when I decided I didn't believe in love anymore." The woman placed her hand on Jane's chest where this horrible pain had been for the last year. She closed her eyes and transferred it to her own being. The woman opened her eyes with a disbelieving look toward Jane, shook her head and said "I'm dreaming".

The darkness evaporated and Jane found herself again sitting in the tarot room. "Ahem, that will be $50 thank you" the tarot reader said. Mistaking Jane's awestruck look for appreciation for the reading. "Oh, um yes sure" Jane said. "Thank you" she managed to blurt out on her way out the door.

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