The star hangs high, casting a faint but steady light across the crimson sky.
Raise your hand, and the starlight slips through your fingers.
Clench your fists, and the galaxy flows away.
Perhaps stars are meant to be admired, not grasped.
Trying to seize their secrets may entangle you in the fated web of the constellations.
The Star card warns: don’t aim too high—see clearly what you already hold.
Be content with what is truly yours, lest you scatter the galaxy in your grasp.
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