Exploring POV with Zodiac Signs: Aquarius
The Goose That Laid the Golden Egg told through the eyes of a Aquarius
This is an experiment in point of view and character voice. I’m using Zodiac signs—to explore how they shape the way a character tells their story.
For writers, it’s a tool to sharpen your characters voices and help increase their uniqueness.
For AI users, it’s a way to refine prompts and narrative tone… to make your AI-generated prose sound more human.
For readers, it’s just a bit of play and reflection—what happens when a familiar fable is retold through a different internal lens?
Let’s find out.
🥚 The Original Fable: The Goose That Laid the Golden Egg
A farmer discovers his goose lays a golden egg every day. He and his wife grow rich, but also greedy. They want more gold, faster. Convinced the goose is full of treasure, they kill it—only to find it’s just an ordinary bird inside. They’ve destroyed their fortune. Moral: Greed destroys the source of good.
📝 Retelling: The Farmer as a Aquarius
The first egg shimmered like moonlight caught in a raindrop. Not gold exactly—something deeper. Denser. Unnatural.
My wife fell to her knees. She called it a blessing from Hera, or Demeter, or whichever goddess governs eggs.
But I didn’t pray. I watched.
By the third morning, I’d drawn a circle of salt around the barn. Placed copper coins at each corner. Not for protection—for resonance.
The goose laid at dawn. Always dawn. And always when the stars aligned just so.
I charted her cycles. Cross-referenced lunar tides, seasonal winds, the direction of crow flights overhead. The pattern wasn’t perfect—but it was speaking.
The priests came, offering incense. I offered theories.
They called it sacred. I called it interesting.
Soon, the villagers whispered about the golden goose. Children left figs by the door.
Merchants began offering prices that felt more like bribes.
My wife asked if we should build a shrine. I told her shrines attract worshippers. And worshippers bring stories. And stories twist the truth.
So I silenced the story.
But I kept the eggs. I buried one beneath the olive tree. Crushed another and scattered the dust into the wind on the spring equinox. The third I wore around my neck in a pouch of lambskin, just to see if it changed me.
Then one day, she stopped.
I fasted. I chanted. I turned the millstones backward. Still nothing.
On the third day, I opened her—not with cruelty, but inquiry. Reverence.
And inside… nothing divine. No sigils etched on bone. No gears. No light. Just a goose.
The silence after was loud.
But the dreams changed. I see constellations I’ve never known. Hear names I didn’t learn. And some nights, when I pass the barn, I swear the pouch around my neck grows warm.
She may not have been sent from the heavens.
But she pointed there.
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🌟 Zodiac Lens: Aquarius
Core Traits: Detached, unconventional, visionary
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