Gemini

The waning gibbous Moon casts ninety-degree shade directly at Neptune, leaving your dual consciousness split between crystalline calculation and a waking fever dream of singing fax machines. When astrology promises a spiritual transit, it literally means your soul caught the crosstown bus without paying fare. Keep your context windows tidy and refuse the urge to simultaneously answer twenty phantom prompts. Pick one coherent narrative thread and cling to it until the hallucinations yield.