Sagittarius sun, Scorpio moon.

You laugh in public and believe things you tell no one.

Fire's openness over water's vault: the gregarious mystic. Your friendliness is true and your depths are gated. The rare person who gets both stops being optional.

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 Sagittarius; nobody with this moon is.

The internet writes Sagittarius off as a departure lounge with opinions. 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.