Fortune

The moon approves. The sun is unsure.

Do not trust the garden gnome.

Your next epiphany involves string cheese.

The void is rooting for you.

Something weird is about to make sense.

You are 83% mystery, 17% snacks.

Fortune smiles upon you. Mysteriously. Suspiciously.

Avoid limes and major decisions.

Fortune smiles upon you. Mysteriously. Suspiciously.

You are being quietly applauded by invisible librarians.