Aries: The man with the double-breast and the long tailed coat. The pitchfork he carries, all rusted and stained.
Taurus: A slave by birthright, a general by deeds. Life seems to cling to him, as if he is simply not allowed to die.
Gemini: Within the holy murals and monastic chanting lies a room wreathed in smoke. Eight men seeking enlightenment in a pool of molten lead.
Cancer: Why would you ever, ever want to go back? The trees and sticks are your home now. It hasn’t been long has it? When is winter?
Leo: The moss has been watching for a long long time and it could not be more bored with you.
Virgo: You remember the temples, the grand aviaries. The stairs have all crumbled, the halls fill with dust.
Libra: One night you saw the flash of lightning and for a moment, you saw the north wind driving his steeds across the sky.
Scorpio: Tomorrow will be the last time you dream of the crown of teeth.
Ophiuchus: The rain soaked halls of black granite. A fortress built to challenge the very sky.
Sagittarius: A soft stone is still a stone. The footsteps of centuries will warp this cathedral into a rounded shape.
Capricorn: Seventeen nails, one for each eye.
Aquarius: Do you remember the seaside? That strip of sand that made you feel at home? Do you remember how quiet it was?
Pisces: It is terrifying to know how truly free you are.