Full Moon in Capricorn 🌕♑️✨

🎭✨ The Cosmic Stage Presents ✨🎭

FULL MOON IN CAPRICORN ♑️ | “The Climb, the Collapse, and the Crown” 🌕🧗‍♀️💼🔥🕯️🪨🏛️🖤

The red velvet lifts.

The orchestra stills.

A hush settles like snowfall on an ancient mountaintop.

ACT I: The Climb

The Moon herself takes center stage 🌕 Dressed in dark velvet and steady resolve.

She says nothing at first… only climbs 🧗‍♀️ Step after step, heel digging into ancestral rock.

Each movement measured. Each breath a vow 😮‍💨🫁

We watch her scale the invisible, dragging behind her a cloak made of spreadsheets,

parental expectations, pension plans, broken ceilings, and internalized hierarchy.

Far below, the Sun ☀️ in Cancer ♋️ glows at the edge of the stage 🌊 He pleads, “Come home… Rest… Let me hold what hurts.”But she cannot hear him over the ticking of the legacy clock 🕰️

ACT II: The Collapse

Suddenly🤯

Cracks in the marble.

The stage trembles.

The props collapse into chaos.

A desk becomes a grave. A crown melts into oil. A mirror shatters in silence.

Enter Pluto 💀 in Capricorn ♑️ from the wings wearing demolition boots and a grin made of ashes 💣 He bows politely…and tears the entire set down with a single chord on his cello.

The audience gasps.

Because we recognize this moment.

The walls that fall? They’re made of our coping mechanisms 🕯️🪞 Our performance masks.

Our empires built on “should.”

ACT III: The Crown

From the smoke and ruin, the Moon rises again 🌕 No longer climbing....just standing. Barefoot now. Unburdened.

She does not apologize for the mess. She lights a single candle 🕯️

and says 🌬️

“I built what they asked me to. Then I burned what no longer served. And now..I choose.”

The light shifts.

And suddenly…

🖤 The Shadow steps forward. Wearing the same dress as the Moon 🌑 but distorted...She whispers into the mic, low and seductive 🌬️

“If you slow down, you’ll lose everything. If you rest, someone else will take your place. If you stop proving, you’ll become invisible.”

We freeze. Because we’ve heard her before..

But then 👀

The Moon locks eyes with her and says 🗣️

“You are not my god. You are the ghost of a system that forgot how to feel.”

And with a final breath 😮‍💨🫁she bows.

🎭 And now, the spotlight turns… to you. 🔦

The stage is quiet.

The actors disappear.

The rubble remains.

🪞 You’re no longer the audience. You’re standing in the center of your own stage.

The light is warm. The silence, sacred. The script? Unwritten.

So now, bestie ask yourself:

💭 What part of your ambition was never truly yours to carry?

💭 What structure is asking to be rebuilt with more truth, more soul?

💭 What shadow belief still whispers that your worth must be earned through exhaustion?

💭 What if you chose the mountain you want to climb not the one you inherited?

💭 What does your crown look like, now that it’s not made of scarcity and shame?

💭 And finally 🌬️ who are you becoming… now that you’ve stopped performing?

Curtain falls.

But this time…the story continues with you 🧚‍♀️🔦🖤🌕♑️