
Commitment looms, a weight unseen. Rahu whispers illusions, spinning love into mist. Saturn tightens, a grip of duty and restraint. The heart wavers, torn between longing and fear.
Seven of Cups glows, dreams shimmering yet false. We reach, but illusions slip away. The Devil smirks, binding us to fears unnamed. Desire or obligation – where does love truly rest?
Ten of Pentacles stands firm, tradition’s heavy hand. Expectations press, duty shaping our fate. Four of Swords retreats, exhaustion from choices unmade. The Tower crashes, shattering comfort and illusion.
We search for escape, yet find only walls. Eight of Swords binds, hesitation our greatest chain. The past lingers, whispers of freedom lost. Yet, can we truly walk alone?
The Fool waits, a step into the unknown. Fear must break, or love may fade. The Tarot’s path is not the answer, only the light. Do we risk everything, or surrender to the gray?
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