In every life, all is not what it seems. The image: A hall of mirrors. Intrigues are multiplying like summer flies, and there are rumors of discontent. It is the time of illusion, of disintegration, deception. A season of the witch.
When you find yourself trapped in a hall of mirrors, sometimes it is necessary to retrace your steps. Return to the familiar; take solace in what is firm and secure. There is no blame in holding back; indeed, it is your responsibility to keep your strength intact for the period of resurrection, which follows the period of disintegration as surely as dawn follows the night.
