A door at the end of the hall stands ajar, light pooling on the boards past the sill. Jupiter, the part of you that opens the chest and trusts the wider road, throws an easy sextile to your Part of Fortune, the spot your chart works out from Ascendant, Sun, and Moon by its day or night sect, where things settle with the least fuss. Generosity will not walk through that gap for you. Lean a shoulder in. Push. The room you already belong in gets wider every time you do, and the day starts to feel worth betting on. Nobody is handing you luck. There is just more sky behind that door, yours for the few steps it takes to reach it.