You reach for something enormous and your own outline goes soft in the same breath, like fog widening over open water. Across one long axis in your chart, Jupiter holds the vast vision while Neptune holds the imagination that has no shore. Lean one way and you swell with belief. Lean the other and you dissolve. You hold huge things and cannot hand them a body, because the moment you get close they slide into something else. People come to you to be lit up. Then the landing comes and you find the room emptied. So you learn to keep one anchor: a notebook, a person, a deadline. Vision with no edge is vapor. The edge is what lets you keep dreaming without vanishing.