What does your soul look like?
Sage of Truth, Espresso Cookie
You are the scientist. The inventor. You are the machinist, and the known and unknown boundaries of the world are your instrument. You want to know how the world works, and you seek to understand every aspect of it that you can unravel with your own means. To you, there is never a question that does not have an answer, only one who has not been discovered yet. You take comfort in certainty, and though you take great risks in the pursuit of knowledge, this is never without calculation. You want to know, because you want to be safe. Something robbed you of your sense of safety once, and now you spend all your life trying to reclaim it. But be wary that you do not break the world as you play with forces beyond what you know. What have you unleashed during this endless quest of yours? What have you sacrificed to get this far? You have become so obsessed with seeing what you *can* do that you have forgotten to stop and ask yourself if it is something you *should* do. Slow down, restless mind. The world will not crumble if you stop to breathe.
a field of painted flowers
You are the gentle sigh of spring and summer. You are full of beautiful life. You were always meant to bloom in your own time, and your time has come. You were never meant to be a wallflower, but the center of the bouquet. But you would readily trade anything for anotherâs sake. You would give up your place beneath the sun so another may feel the light. A peacemaker, a diplomat at heart. Conflict is the bane of your existence, as a weed amongst your garden. Your greatest challenge is to learn to confront it, to face your fears and your doubts and approach your ambitions with confidence, lest the weeds slowly overtake you. And do not think it selfish of yourself to ask to be seen, to be admired amongst your fellow flowers. You are worthy of praise. You do not have to kill what is special about yourself to fit in.
an ancient tree with gnarled branches
You are the old soul. You are a being full of quiet wisdom, but it did not come without earning it. Experience has weathered you quickly, yet you remain strong through it all. You are a bastion to those who need the support of a calm and resolute mind. The histories of the world are etched beneath your thick skin, and you hold dearly to things that others would quickly forget. You collect things within your branches, you give home to those left without, and you bear the weight of it all. But through all you have been through, you have not yet learned how to let go. You refuse to relinquish what you cherish so dearly and weep for every precious thing that falls from your branches. You must be careful, or else the past you cling to might destroy a brighter future.
Shadow Milk Cookie, Black Sapphire Cookie
a shadowed figure within a void
You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really? Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself. You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. Can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. You are the villain of your own story. There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.
You are warmth. You are hope. You are always reaching, and reaching. You have a great love inside you, and you are determined to share it with others, to warm them from the cold and empty void. But you give too much. You have torn yourself open, and now your light is stained with your own blood. Do you think yourself too reckless? Do you know how to stop? You are passion. You are a burning, bleeding heart. All look to you for guidance, for your comfort, but who will catch you when you fall? Never forget, no matter how many times you fade beneath the horizon, no matter how many times your sun has set, you will rise again at dawn.
You are a leader, whether you wanted to be or not. You have been burdened by a purpose greater than yourself. All sense of identity has been buried beneath the necessity of duty. Sacrifice is normalcy to you, and every day you trade away pieces of yourself to serve. The people who follow you cannibalize you. They take, and take, and take. But you are no pushover. You have a just mind, and lead with a firm hand. You are a terror to some and hope to others. A tyrant to your dissidents, but a savior to your loyalists. Rarely will they praise you, and often will you suffer the blame for their own failings. But it is your job to bear it all. Who are you beneath the responsibilities? You wouldnât know; it is a thing grown from your bones themselves. Duty is a burden you will never escape, no matter what form it takes. How long before it breaks you?
velvet petals in ruby wine
You are refined. Your soul is royal. You will never settle for less than what you deserve. Those that deprive you of what is yours play a most dangerous game, for your wrath is not something to be taken lightly. Dignity is the core of your being, and though you entertain acquaintanceships, true companionship is hard for you to find, for there are few who can match you as an equal without drowning in your sea of red. There is beauty beyond the petals on your surface, and a depth to you that longs to be seen, to be known in some way. To be held in worthy hands. And yet you fear it, donât you? That they will look too far past your pretty petals and see what you hide from yourself?
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