Oh, how lovely it all looks! How serene the path. Everything in perfect order. Oh, how lovely it all looks! How serene the bridge, with everything in perfect order. It leads to perfectly shiny things, so she stays focused on the green meadows that lie ahead. They promised her perfection, you see. She looks up, suddenly noticing the Muse looming ahead, with her intense gaze . . . peaceful yet insistent. And something feels off. A gut instinct. Something that she can’t quite put her finger on . . . something made of shadows, happening in the reflections. Her inner senses are tingling with the most distant of alarm bells, and she knows she must trust her instincts on this one. As you cross your own bridge of illusion, this Muse warns you to be on the lookout for deceit, theft, or the misalignment of values. Take only what you need, trusting your own integrity to guide you. The security of your moral compass will grant you passage, because only in truth can this doorway of sunshine be crossed into.
“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” – Pablo Picasso