
Saturn lingers, love grows heavy. The Ten of Pentacles strains, duty binds tight. Promises weigh, tradition becomes a cage.
The Hermit steps back, silence deepens. Loneliness creeps, a shadow in warmth. Love feels distant, yet always near.
The Tower falls, truths strike hard. Assumptions crack, illusions break apart. Stability shakes, yet clarity emerges.
Walls rise, built from patience. The Four of Swords rests, emotions lie still. Reflection replaces passion’s fleeting touch.
Can love endure, stripped of fire? The Ace of Cups stirs, renewal calls. The soul seeks joy, beyond routine.
The Tarot speaks, time holds wisdom. Love transforms, if given space. The Star glows, hope’s quiet whisper.
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