Pisces Season marks the closing of the zodiac year. As Saturn and Neptune prepare to meet at the first degree of Aries, the sky asks for reflection rather than action. Illusions dissolve, identities soften, and the stories we carried begin to loosen their hold. This season is not spectacle—it is consecration. The temple is being emptied so that a new fire can be entrusted to it.

Once, time was a garden. We lived by breath and tide—not by dread. Then Saturn fell, and time became a burden. But myths turn like seasons. The Golden Age was never lost. It waits in how we breathe, how we rest, how we choose to live… now.

This is not a fire to chase. It is a fire to carry. Not as proof. Not as performance. But as a vow that remembers the water it rose from and the hands it will require.