guardian
at the gate
beware
the dark
is rising

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ORACLE
This is a threshold scene.
Forest as liminal space.
Daylight muted, time suspended. T
his is a place where answers don’t arrive directly—they emerge sideways.

• The animals (hare/wolf on the left, deer on the right): instinct vs. gentleness.
  Survival knowledge vs. alert grace.
  They’re facing inward, like guardians.
  This suggests a question about how to move forward, not whether to move.
• The central form—split stone/heart/womb with blue flowing down: that feels like truth breaking open.
  Blue = voice, grief, water, prophecy.
  Something held too tightly is finally allowed to speak.
• The small sacred figure (mother/child) tucked behind: quiet faith, not loud belief.
  Protection that doesn’t announce itself.
• Branches framing the center: a rite.
  You’re being witnessed.
  Whatever choice or realization is coming, it’s not random—it’s recognized.

The oracle message:

“Stop asking for certainty. Ask for alignment.”
You already know the direction, but you’re hesitating because it changes how others see you—or how you see yourself.
This isn’t about danger. It’s about permission.

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