The world is a fever dream. You’re the main character.
Let’s be real, Pisces: with the Moon hosting a séance with Neptune in your sign, everyone else is borrowing your playlist of existential bangers and crying in the club. But today, you’re also the Village People at pride: iconic, misunderstood, and lowkey ready to start a conga line at any memorial. Victor Willis, gone but not forgotten, is basically cosmic confirmation that sometimes you have to lead the chorus even when the crowd’s off-key. Mercury retrograde is giving “lost in translation,” so expect DMs that read like deleted Taylor Swift lyrics. The Sun-Saturn square is a real “Who invited that ex to the Y. M. C. A. afterparty?” vibe, but you have permission to ghost. Remember: Mondays are for psychic boundaries and saying “No, I don’t interpret tarot cards for free.” Your softness isn’t a weakness; it’s the afterglow no one can forget.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Pisces. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
