Gemini sun, Scorpio moon.

You deflect with jokes and investigate in silence.

The lightest surface over the deepest file cabinet. People think they know you because you talk; the moon knows exactly how little you have said. Choose one person to receive the unabridged edition.

Small talk starves you faster than solitude ever could.

A Scorpio moon refuels in the deep end: one trusted person, one true conversation, no audience. You would rather be handed a secret than a compliment.

It helps everyone if you label the three.

You bend in public and hold in private: endlessly flexible about everything except the three things you will never move on. Most people never find the walls, which is why hitting one shocks them.

You are not a typical Gemini; nobody with this moon is.

The internet writes Gemini off as two people and neither one listening. Your Scorpio moon rewrites the chemistry: underneath, everything lands at full depth and is kept. The composure is a sea wall, not the sea.

Feed the moon first: water, music, one honest hour with the door shut.

You refill from depth, not from rest. Treat the shut door as medicine, not rudeness, and teach your people the difference.