You focused on creating Sacred Space and didn’t get wrapped up in that multiple partner f-fest.

Illusion failed. Devilish 3rd party foes in ruins, a tower is hitting they won’t survive. Narcissists in conflict. Those who used love to escape their own disturbances losing their memory about love bombing and gas lighting tin foil hat conspiracy theories. They may even be erased from memory. Death is upon them, justice for bringing challenges to wholesome people through date-night. They’ve gotta stay out of your shine, leave you alone. The gold diggers warned to keep their distance with that dominator Mimicry effort, could be real bad for them. The curator is still plotting with his masculine buyers tho, hopeful still on obtaining you, shining one.