In this card,the gears of a dark machine whir in a pentagram pointing downward. The energy is oppressive. A syncopated pounding sound of steel hitting steel echoes in the fearful canyons of your mind. Chains spin in a monotonous loop. Nothing new can break into the cycle,and nothing old can flow out. Beneath this hellish vision,a figure contracts in worry. He is covered in the mud and twigs of a forest,and is clearly out of his element. Against the machine,his power is gone. Break free from the worry warden who lives inside you. There are legitimate worries about basic survival,but the worry brought out by profit seekers will manipulate and enslave you,if you let them.