The Cabinet of Celestials
In the grand hall of the celestial court, the King—radiant and imperious Sun—sat upon his golden throne, his brows furrowed in disdain. His gaze fell cold upon the stoic figure of Saturn, the solemn representative of the working class, who had just presented a charter of demands on behalf of the common folk.
With a flick of his hand, the King turned to his trusted minister, the wise and expansive Jupiter. “Draft the new laws,” he commanded. “The demands of Saturn are denied. Let the new taxation edict be proclaimed.”
Jupiter nodded gravely, already penning the decree with the weight of cosmic authority. The King then turned to his enforcer, the fiery and fearless Mars. “You shall ensure its execution,” he declared. “Let no defiance go unchecked.”
Mars, clad in armor and resolve, saluted with a warrior’s pride.
Just then, the Queen—gentle Moon—who had been quietly observing, lit up with delight as the young Prince Mercury burst into the chamber. With scrolls in hand and mischief in his eyes, he recited a freshly composed poem, his words dancing like dew on morning leaves. The Queen smiled, her mood lifted by the prince’s youthful charm.
But Saturn, unmoved by the royal theatrics, exited the court in silence. His mind churned with thoughts of rebellion. In the corridors of contemplation, a realization dawned: the elegant and oft-overlooked Venus, the court’s aesthetic and diplomatic advisor, had grown disenchanted with the King’s autocratic stance. Perhaps she would lend her grace to the cause of resistance.
Saturn sought her counsel. Venus, with a knowing smile, revealed a deeper thread: Rahu, the elusive master of espionage and illusion, was her pupil. If Venus aligned with Saturn, Rahu could infiltrate the King’s cabinet and deliver the intelligence needed to orchestrate a coup.
Venus leaned in and whispered, “The Queen, dear Moon, is vulnerable when waning—her emotional tides low, her resolve dim. She may be swayed to favor the Prince over the Sun, should the moment arise.”
And so, the seeds of celestial intrigue were sown. The rebellion was no longer a distant dream—it was a possibility shimmering on the horizon, waiting for the right phase of the Moon and the perfect alignment of allies.
