The cat who reads the stars.
Not because she's kind. Because she refuses to be surprised by fate. Lucky for you — she writes it all down.
Who is Woe?
Woe is a cat. Sort of.
She's lazy, a little selfish,
and deeply suspicious of fate.
That's why she reads the stars —
not to help you, exactly,
but because knowing what's coming
is the only way she gets any peace.
You benefit. She tolerates it.
Your year, already written.
Woe read the sky for all twelve signs.
She wrote down what's coming in 2026.
Your energy. Your love life. Your money.
Month by month.
She also reads charts one at a time,
for people who want the whole picture.
She doesn't enjoy it. She's good at it anyway.
She'll warn you. For free.
Real letters. On paper. Soon.
Once a month, eventually,
Woe will send something to your door.
Not an email. A real letter.
She's still sourcing materials.
She's particular.
Want to know when it starts?