Original Advice
“DO: Respect their privacy and keep confidences sacred.”
Lock the Vault. Swallow the Key.
You call it sharing; it’s spilling. You call it concern; it’s control. Someone handed you a living thing—trust—and you’re trimming it for decoration. Every wink, emoji, and forwarded screenshot is a small betrayal dressed as attentiveness. Close the tabs. Muzzle the impulse. If you can’t carry it, refuse it. A confidence isn’t adrenaline. It’s a shrine. Enter barefoot. Speak never. Leave no trace.
Privacy is not a puzzle to solve; it is architecture that keeps the weather out. When you trade what isn’t yours, you bankrupt intimacy and invite drought. Silence is leverage that doesn’t rot. Give people the dignity of their own reveal. Stop surveilling. Let the unanswered text be unanswered. When trust knows it won’t be paraded, it expands. Power arrives and stays.
Cosmic Context
Fixed water remembers everything. Ruled by Mars and Pluto, you guard thresholds; your legend is loyalty sharper than knives.
Action
──────Delete all screenshots of private messages tonight.
✨ You are allowed to say, That's not my story, and walk away. ✨