The Wheel of Fortune spins and turns. Holding our breath — with both fear and hope — we watch its eternal motion. How weary we’ve grown from endless battles, and how deeply we long for that long-awaited sector to appear — the one marked “Prize.” In the sacred rhythm of the year, the turning of this Wheel today opens before us the Magical Door of Samhain — the time of
Samhain suddenly reminds us that this time is not only about shadows and transformation, but also the Festival of the Last Harvest. What we have long cherished in our hearts, nourished with our hopes, cultivated with love and persistence — now begins to bloom, delighting us with its colors. You can finally take a deep breath — stability may not be complete yet, but the direction is clear, and ahead
Samhain approaches — quietly, inevitably, like the breath of the night itself. Its shadows begin to thicken, drawing in strange creatures and tangled situations that test our strength. Today, the Magical Door opens through battles, trials of the heart and will — yet also through the protection and guidance of the Gods who walk beside us. Like Odysseus, after long years of wandering and inner wars, we are striving to
The whole world is a stage — and today, people are taking off their masks. Or perhaps, they never truly meant to — it’s just that under the cold gusts of Samhain winds, the masks fall away on their own. Truth is revealed. Hidden motives and behind-the-scenes stories come to light, while sharpened intuition instantly detects any hint of falsehood or insincerity. This is a moment when pretending becomes impossible