Keep your eye on the ball. In the orbit of THE RED MOON truth is only an illusion, honesty a confidence game. The night moves quickly, pausing only to refresh the ice in your glass. The house is an omniscient sentry ready to expose your eagerness well before dawn. Bury tender wants and dreams. Now is not the time to childishly wish for wishes or try to remember home run hits or wedding toasts. Hunches deep in the pit of your stomach threaten to betray.
You remind yourself that the stakes are low. It’s only a game. It’s only money. It’s only sex. There will always be more chances, more cash. More… love?
Is THE RED MOON lying to you? Are you lying to yourself? Another spin and your gut cramps. Releases. Cramps again. She spells out “YES.” Yes — a truth that rises sourly from your spleen.
REVERSED: In this zona rosa, THE RED MOON offers a vibrant promise of passion. Do you have the courage to trust your intuition?