Three of Swords…

In this moment magic fills the world, yet your heart can’t quite reach it. Not because it’s gone—but because pain has stepped in between you and wonder. The mind is crowded with sharp thoughts, old hurts, and truths that cut too deeply, and they form a barrier around the heart. Honor that sorrow without judgment. Grief can make even the most enchanted world feel flat and distant. Still, the rain you are experiencing is not endless—it is cleansing. Each tear softens what has hardened, each moment of honest feeling helps you to loosen your grip.

The magic has not abandoned you. It lingers patiently, waiting for the heart to feel safe enough to open again. And when it does, connection will return gently, not all at once, but like light filtering back through clouds—quiet, real, and earned. ✨

“It hurts because it mattered.” — John Green

The Three of Swords