Your way of appearing and the haze that lives in you hold each other's gaze across the axis. Neptune, the part that loosens every limit and aches for something with no name, stands across from the threshold where you show yourself to others in your chart. Arrive with a clear outline and something blurred pulls from the far side, itching to smear the line. Show up nebulous and the first skin demands a firm profile. The two ends call each other to account at every meeting, and the other sees in you what they dream of before they see what you are. You live in the strain between the face you offer and the fog pressing hard at the gap.