Beneath the skin of scattered rain, Whispers bloom, electric, plain. A tarot deck of fate unfurled, Where every card is kissed by the world.
Eyes like obsidian, sharp and deep, Map the universe where souls might sleep. No light escapes the serpent’s tongue— It coils around the broken song. scorpio nights 3 lk21 new
When twilight bleeds to midnight’s core, Scorpio’s gaze ignites the floor, A dance of stars too shy to shine, Lingers in the dark divine. Beneath the skin of scattered rain, Whispers bloom,
Scorpio nights don’t ask for keys— They burn the lock and free what’s seized. A symphony of fire and frost, Where secrets are the price we’re lost. Beneath the skin of scattered rain