Transformation

2025 was not an ordinary year.

It was a threshold. A year that did not ask whether one was ready.

The Wood Snake never arrives loudly.

It appears when something has been hidden for too long.

When growth is no longer possible without truth.

It bit.

Not out of aggression, but out of necessity.

The bite was the sign: Here adaptation ends. Here transformation begins.

The venom was not death.

It was a catalyst.

It loosened skins that had grown too tight.

It released what could no longer be carried.

What remained was clarity.

And the remembrance that true growth

is never born from fear.

In the mud, the lotus emerged.

Not as a symbol of purity,

but as proof of steadfastness.

It stayed open

while everything around it changed.

The scar is visible.

Not as a wound,

but as a seal.

A quiet mark

that something was recognized

and cannot be forgotten.

She did not leave this year unscarred.

But she left awakened.

And one who has awakened

does not wait passively.

On the horizon, the Fire Horse announces itself.

Movement. Truth. Direction.

What is coming cannot be held...

but it can be ridden.