Water underground has worn a smooth channel through solid rock, and the river runs it without a sound. Pluto, the part of you that digs to the root and renews by tearing down first, holds a smooth trine to your Part of Fortune, the spot your chart builds from Ascendant, Sun, and Moon by sect, where your life comes together with the least fuss. The depth is carved into that place already. Change moves through you unforced, the old sloughing off and the new taking shape in one slow current. Other people dread the descent; you go down and come back up whole. Nothing here is a prize hidden at the bottom. The deep water and the easy ground were the same channel all along.