On the retrograde journey, every step is like trekking through an endless desert, lonely and heavy. The wind is no longer a gentle comfort, but a biting sharp blade, cutting every inch of skin and the hope in the heart. The darkness in front of me is like an endless abyss, swallowing up the light and the courage to move forward. But even so, I still choose to move forward, because I know that only in this difficult retrograde can we find the true meaning of life and sharpen our perseverance.
Intention: Retrograde