
The Twelfth House whispers of endings. It speaks in silence, in surrender. It dissolves borders, erases limits, unravels the self. But does letting go bring peace? Or does it leave us lost?
Here, solitude is both refuge and test. The known world fades, the unseen rises. Dreams take shape, yet slip away. The lines between real and imagined blur. Is this awakening, or an illusion?
They say the Twelfth House grants wisdom. That true bliss comes in release. But release is not always easy. It asks for trust, for surrender. To step beyond, to fall inward. But can we fall without fear?
We seek peace in isolation, in quiet. In retreat, in endings, in closure. But is solitude a gift or escape? Does it heal or simply numb?
Surrender is neither force nor weakness. It is not defeat, nor destruction. It is the space between breaths. The moment where struggle melts away. A doorway, not an abyss.
So, is peace in letting go? Or in knowing what remains? The stars do not take or give. They only reflect what is within.
And maybe, in surrender, we find—peace was never lost, only waiting.
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