Rahu in 3rd? New communication habits, unexpected learning

Words shift now. Strange tongues emerge. Rahu stirs, in shadowed rooms. Learning’s paths, twist unforeseen. Ideas bloom, then fade away. A lonely mind, seeks novel thought.

Journeys start, on restless feet. Messages fly, on unseen winds. Knowledge sought, in fleeting texts. A lonely voice, in crowded halls.

Beliefs crumble, with whispered sighs. New thoughts rise, then fall like dust. Communication’s art, a shadowed stage. A lonely quest, for truth’s lost sound.

But whispers warn, of empty words. Discernment fades, in information’s flood. Boundaries blur, in digital haze. A lonely search, for meaning’s core.