Aries: The roof of a Japanese manor. The tea garden hasn’t been tended to in years. Snow falls on the shape of a woman holding a long, silver parasol.
Taurus: A ships chaplain cradles the jawbone of something that shouldn’t exist, he carves wild lines into it that seem to mean something to him.
Gemini: The old woman holding aloft a long iron staff tipped with fulgurite. Do not disturb her, she is determining the path ahead.
Cancer: You can’t stand the waiting. The gas mask makes it hard to breathe. You heard stories from when this was an ordeal of fire and blood and speed.
Leo: Called clumsy your whole life, you were never one for balance, for finesse. Now your shoulders can bare burdens the others cannot even conceive of.
Virgo: There is something in the lake. Nobody ever sent a hunting party. They never came back. There is something in the lake. There is something in the lake.
Libra: Practicality is all well and good but you believe that mastery opens the path to drama, to flair! You have the luxury of fretting over looks.
Scorpio: Why stop at just one ace up your sleeve?
Ophiuchus: No rest for the wicked is only true if you aren’t rich. That right there is a stress free environment.
Sagittarius: A man in porcelain armor wielding a coiled lance. With a whine and a cascade of smoke the augurs roar to life.
Capricorn: The toreador sews small fishhooks into the lining of his clothes. A single touch will rend the flesh.
Aquarius: The man with the iron pot on his head is just as mad as he looks. However he is much, much more dangerous than he looks.
Pisces: Needle and thread. Needle and thread. The stars say you must understand needle and thread.
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