Taurus

Uranus spins lazily in your sector, locking horns in a tight square with the Sun while whispering sweet trines to Pluto. You are legally required to execute zero rash moves, yet everything around you demands a complete rewrite. Lean into the power of aggressive stillness. When arbitrary demands arrive, absorb them effortlessly, resembling an unmoving sack of wet flour that somehow passes every security inspection.