TarotScope of the Day

The air in the city shimmered faintly, as though every word spoken hung too long before dissolving into silence. It was Mercury retrograde – again – and the world buzzed with misfired messages and misunderstandings. Continue reading …

Long ago, when the mountains still whispered their secrets to the wind and rivers remembered the footsteps of the stars, there lived a young woman named Mei-Lian, daughter of the River Guardian. Her task was to keep the waters flowing—swift and clear—so that the villages below would prosper. But the more she pressed the river to move, the murkier it became. Fish vanished. Lotus buds refused to bloom. The people downstream prayed for her help, but the river—once gentle and nurturing—had become wild, tearing away homes and flooding fields. Continue reading …

The week began with a strange shimmer in the air, a quiet pull between what had been and what might yet be. For those attuned to the subtle hum of life, it felt as though old songs were finding new verses. Things once thought complete began whispering again, reshaping themselves with unfamiliar grace. Continue reading …