A lunar syzygy aligns your restless desires with an unanticipated convergence of fate today, perhaps manifesting as a stranger’s whispered secret near a forgotten clock tower. Beware the ultracrepidarian who offers maps to your inner flame—they may lead you only to smoke and borrowed embers. Tonight, the first red object you touch after sunset holds a silent, pulsing clue to unraveling tomorrow’s unspoken question.