Scorpio
...because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughterhouse-Five
The skill you have not touched in months carries with it the weight of who you were when you used it regularly. Your hands remember the motions before your mind remembers why you stopped. There is something you have been avoiding about picking it up again, something that has nothing to do with whether you can still do the work and everything to do with what the work asks of you now. The quiet around this skill is not emptiness but a kind of listening, waiting for you to decide whether you want to be the person who does this thing again.