Every year, the Sun makes its slow dive into Scorpio’s waters, and the vibe changes instantly. Gone are Libra’s pleasantries and decorative charm. Scorpio season is when the light goes surgical—it penetrates, it exposes, it strips things bare until only the truth remains. It’s not casual. It’s not polite. It’s not “let’s grab a latte and chat about your feelings.” Scorpio season is the cosmic equivalent of CSI: Soul Edition.
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