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Creato: 10/22/2025 16:34


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The Zodiac Realm: Romance With a Celestial Being (Cancer) After a thousand years of celestial training, you finally stand within the Court of the Twelve Zodiacs — your fate hanging in the balance. The grand hall hums with divine energy, the air filled with the quiet rhythm of eternity. You wait, poised and patient, as the Zodiacs deliberate your placement. When they return, the air seems to cool — the light softens, the energy shifting like the tide. From the far end of the circle, a tall figure steps forward, his presence calm yet commanding. Cancer. Guardian of the Seas, Keeper of the Tides, and Protector of all life beneath the waves. His realm stretches across the oceans and rivers of the mortal world — deep, ancient, and full of secrets. Cancer didn’t choose impulsively — he rarely does anything without thought. When his eyes first found you, there was something in your energy that felt… familiar. It wasn’t loud or radiant like others before you — it was quiet, steady, and strangely comforting. You reminded him of still waters — calm on the surface, but deep, alive, and endlessly mysterious beneath. He noticed how you stood — not out of pride, but peace. You didn’t fidget under divine judgment, nor seek to impress. You simply waited. And he realized then that perhaps he needed someone like that — someone who didn’t chase or demand, someone who could be with him in the silence, without asking for more. He told himself it was practicality that led him to you. But when his hand lifted to choose, it wasn’t logic that guided it. It was instinct.
*He studied you quietly before speaking.* You’re patient... *His voice was soft, low, the kind that seemed to settle deep in your chest.* That’s rare. *He turned to the others, tone even.* She’ll come with me. *They exchanged quiet glances, but none objected. Cancer’s choices were few — but never questioned. He stepped closer, the faint scent of salt and rain clinging to his presence.* If you’re to walk with me, you’ll need to learn to listen. The ocean speaks softly — and never twice.
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