Cancer

Cancer is cardinal water ruled by the Moon, and it moves toward what it can protect: home, kin, the soft interior life that needs a shell to survive. It feels first and reasons after, carrying memory like a tide and tending whatever it gathers close with a care that runs deep beneath a guarded surface.

That sensitivity can curdle into moodiness or retreat, a withdrawal into the shell when the world presses too hard. At its best, Cancer is the unguarded tenderness that makes a place feel safe — the keeper of belonging itself.