Arguments without reason? Rahu creates illusions of conflict

Rahu’s shadows stretch, conflicts take false form. Illusions rise, real reasons now fade. Perceived wrongs sting, arguments ignite fast. Doubts spread wide, trust now turns to dust. Can they find truth in shifting sand?

Fabricated tales, grievances now bloom. Obsessions grip, paranoia now takes hold. Mental strain bites, minds grow weary now. Isolation spreads, despair now settles in. Can clear eyes pierce this hazy veil?

Community fractures, conflicts now take root. Illusory battles rage, alliances now break. Reality blurs, genuine threats now hide. Spirits wane, distrust fills the air. Can they escape these phantom fights? Or will illusions claim their Martian peace?