Orion parts the velvet curtain of the season with a fingertip glittering in frost. She has wandered the back corridors of time and listened to the quiet arguments of stars. She returns with secrets curled in her palms. She says December hangs heavy with temptation and revelation, threads tightening, masks slipping, futures rearranging themselves in the dark. If you want to know what moves toward you, step closer. She is ready to speak.

Orion rises again from her chamber of stars, brushing the dust of forgotten dynasties from her skin. She whispers that the sky has shifted, that destiny is beginning to hum like a hidden drum. If you’d like to know what she has seen shimmering in the dark, step forward and look into your future.