Two slow weights bear down on each other from a right angle, and the strain holds up everything stacked above. Neptune and Pluto grind crosswise under a whole generation, the dissolving dream and the power that buries and remakes pushing from different corners, load-bearing, the price of the shape the cohort takes. This square is not a trait of yours. It is a tension a whole generation carries in its bedrock. Find the house it crosses and the personal planets caught in the grind, and the strain becomes yours to work. There you wrestle your own illusions against your own depths until something underneath shifts and resets.