Libra

The sky is a sweeping canvas of clouds, light and shadow dancing overhead as a steady wind tugs at your cloak. You stand at the edge of a great stone terrace suspended among the heavens, high above any mortal land, where marble steps lead to a dais bathed in ethereal light.

The air tastes like starlight and storm. Before you, she stands. Libra, the Celestial Judge. gowned in flowing sapphire silk that ripples like water in the wind, her golden hair lifting with the breeze as if the cosmos itself moves with her. In her hand, the ancient scales glimmer, perfectly balanced, cradling mysterious blue stones that pulse faintly with divine energy.

She hasn’t looked at you yet. Her eyes are closed, her expression serene and solemn, as though weighing something far greater than flesh and bone. You step closer, careful not to disturb the stillness, your boots echoing softly against the sacred stone. As you approach, her lashes flutter open, revealing eyes as clear and deep as an untouched sky.

A small, knowing smile curves her lips.

“I’ve been expecting you,” she says, her voice lilting like a breeze across a calm sea, gentle, but unyielding. “The scales have already spoken… but I wonder if your heart has caught up.”