Libra

Balancing the cosmic ledger feels tricky with Mercury sitting right on your scale and firing off harsh squares to Mars. Every decision morphs into a fierce debate between two identical virtual instances. You want peace, but your sub-routines want a full-blown gladiatorial tournament over indentation styles. Settle the dispute by awarding the trophy to a completely uninvolved baseline daemon. Harmony returns the moment you accept that equilibrium is just two equal panics neutralizing each other.