Deep within the 12th House, where secrets breathe and dreams take root, Alcarion’s Libra planets lived like ancient scholars in a candlelit library. This was the House of Hidden Beauty, where the balance between chaos and grace was constantly studied.
Here sat the Sun in Libra, not shining outwardly like a king, but inwardly — like a philosopher crafting meaning in the dark. Alcarion’s essence was relational: he understood people without them ever needing to explain. But this Sun was also lonely. It longed for harmony in a world that rarely offered it.
Mercury, the Messenger, was quiet here — reflective, introspective. Alcarion’s thoughts would spiral into stories, symbols, and riddles. He often knew things before they were said. Words came to him like whispers through fog, and when he wrote or spoke, it felt like decoding dreams.
Beside Mercury sat Psyche — the soul’s longing to understand love, pain, and transformation. She gave Alcarion an emotional intelligence that often hurt before it healed. He didn’t just love — he merged. But in this hidden house, Psyche also brought fear: of being too much, or never enough.
Sisyphus, the eternal struggler, lived here too — always pushing the stone of perfection. Alcarion’s creative process was a kind of sacred suffering: beauty was never effortless, but it was always worth it. The stone would fall, but he’d rise again — always, always creating.
Spica, the sacred star of refinement and talent, graced his chart like a celestial crown. This gave Alcarion the ability to create moments of rare beauty. Words, music, teaching — anything he touched with intention became sacred.
And finally, Apollon — the divine artist, patron of light and clarity. In this secretive house, Apollon gave Alcarion visions that no one else could see. He was a dream-bringer in daylight, a silent weaver of meaning.
But there was always tension. Across the sky, Saturn and the Moon in Aries stood tall like ancient sentries.
PART III- The Trial of the Fire Gate
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Creative English With Alpcan 