The Moon in Aries burned like wildfire: impulsive, fierce, childlike. It was the heartbeat of his inner world — raw, instinctive, unfiltered. It made Alcarion passionate, protective, and deeply sensitive to injustice. But it also brought volatility. He could erupt like a storm, then retreat like a ghost.
Saturn, the Old King, stood beside the Moon — a paradox. Where the Moon wanted to leap, Saturn whispered, “Wait. Earn it.” He bound Alcarion in lessons of patience, discipline, and karmic growth. Every dream had a price. Every spark had to be sustained by structure.
This opposition between Libra and Aries — between air and fire, mind and impulse, peace and assertion — was the crucible of his life. It was not a weakness. It was an alchemical forge. In its heat, Alcarion was sculpting not just himself, but his purpose.
PART IV- The Soul’s North — What Awaits Beyond
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