Your hands often know the next move before you could explain it, the brush stroke, the dance step, the turn of phrase. Mars and Neptune hold a sextile in your chart, so the drive to act and the dreaming, formless imagination rest one threshold apart, ready to make something real. They come together only when you move on the hunch without waiting to understand it first. You stall, asking for a map, and the image dims. Trust the pull instead and take one step into the fog. Move on it and you stop copying; the work that comes out is unmistakably yours. You do not need the whole plan. Begin in the dark.