TarotScope of the Day

Lyra Solenne, a navigator of the Celestial Drift Corps, stood upon the observation deck of her vessel as they entered Aetheryn’s orbit. The moment the planet came into view, something in her chest tightened—an ache of recognition, as if some ancient part of her already belonged to the world below. « The tides are waking, » she whispered, without knowing how she knew. Continue reading …

But this week something felt different. It wasn’t catastrophic or dramatic; it was subtler, like the faint tightening of a thread he hadn’t realised was loose. Deadlines sharpened their teeth. Time seemed to move strangely, stretching in places and snapping in others. Every simple task demanded two extra steps, as if the universe had quietly installed obstacles while he slept. Continue reading …

She closed her eyes and let the truth settle in her chest. Something had shifted in her – not loudly, not dramatically, but undeniably. A deeper part of herself had woken up, and now that it had spoken, she couldn’t pretend not to hear it. Continue reading …