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The Stars Said So
Let me guess. You've been feeling a bit off lately, like you're searching for something but you're not sure what. (How'd I know? I'm gifted like that.)
You're kind, but people take advantage of you. You overthink things, but only because you care too much. You love being around others, but also need your alone time. You're unique — just like everyone else in February.
You've got big dreams. Not too big — just the right size for me to sound relatable. And deep down, you know something amazing is coming soon... unless it doesn't.
You, with the cracked phone, you hide your pain behind jokes. You, who checks the door twice, you crave control (and maybe snacks). You, who skipped that one boring paragraph, you're spontaneous, brave, a true legend of short attention spans.
Mercury's been in retrograde, but so have your sleep habits. It's okay, the stars understand. They've been spinning in circles for billions of years and still haven't sorted their lives out either.
Now listen closely: your rising sign is tired, your moon is hungry, and your aura just subscribed to Disney+.
If any of this felt deep if you nodded like, "wow, that's so me," then congratulations — you've just experienced the sacred power of guessing.
Because I could've said anything, and your brain would've built a home around it. Thaht's how horoscopes work. That's how ads work. That's how preachers work. That's how your uncle on FaceBook works.
If you fell for that, good luck. The stars won't save you, but the algorithm might.
— Lilith