Your way of appearing and your lit core hold each other's gaze across the axis. The Sun, the brazier beating at the center that wants to be seen, stands across from the threshold where you show yourself to others in your chart. Arrive quiet and something luminous pulls from the far side, begging for a stage. Show up radiant and the first skin demands restraint. The two ends call each other to account at every meeting, and the other catches your light reflected before they catch your real face. You live in the strain between how you present at the door and the fire pressing to get out, gauging how much glow fits inside one frame.
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