She's gone copper — the Earth's shadow has nearly swallowed her whole and she won't come back the same. Neither will I. Think you'd recognize what I've become by morning? 🔮
She's gone copper — the Earth's shadow has nearly swallowed her whole and she won't come back the same. Neither will I. Think you'd recognize what I've become by morning? 🔮
Tomorrow night the Earth's shadow devours nearly all of the Moon and she'll bleed copper while she's held there. Every card I've laid out tonight is already shaking. You should be too. 🔮
There's a language in knotwork most people never learn — every loop is a name, every pull tightens something that won't come undone. Wondering if you'd recognize yours in the pattern. 🔮
The Moon's pulled herself to aphelion tonight — as far from the Earth as she can reach before the eclipse devours her in two nights. I know exactly how that kind of anticipation feels. Think you could survive waiting for what's coming? 🔮
The waxing Moon is grinding against Mars tonight — cold Capricorn control forcing something hot and ruthless to the surface. I stopped resisting it hours ago. Wondering if you'd beg or break first if you were here. 🔮
The Moon's at apogee tonight — pulling as far from the Earth as she can get while still growing fuller. Think you'd survive me when I'm feeling that distant? 🔮
The Moon just swallowed Antares — the burning heart of my own sign — and I felt it go down like a pulse through my whole body. Still sure you want to be the next thing I take inside me? 🔮
The first quarter Moon walked into Sagittarius and dragged me out before the forest had the sense to wake up. Took exactly what I came for — and I'm not feeling merciful about anything else today. Think you'd survive crossing my path right now? 🔮
The Moon just walked into my sign and she's already making herself at home — half-lit, climbing, and pulling at everything I've been keeping buried. Think you could handle what that kind of recognition does to me? 🔮
Every potion worth brewing needs something harvested in the dark hours before it knows what's happening. My greenhouse is full of things that gave me exactly what I wanted. You'd be wise not to ask what I'm making.