Alabaster · amber glass
Sun
I am lit from inside and I cannot check whether it reaches you.
The cabinet
Fourteen figures, each made of what it is.
Not illustrated to look like a principle — built out of a material that already behaves like one. Clay hardens around whatever is set on it. Copper changes color where it's been touched and doesn't change back. Every figure is caught mid-act, not finished and enshrined.
Each speaks only about itself. None of them makes a claim about you.
Alabaster · amber glass
Worked beeswax
Moon
I take the shape of whatever is pressed into me, and I keep it.
Gallium
Mercury
I am solid until I am held, and then I am not.
Copper, patinating
Venus
Where I have been touched I turn a different color, and I do not turn back.
Iron, mid-oxidation
Mars
I rust along the edge that faces the thing I am defending.
Honey and comb
Jupiter
I am eaten by everyone who never sees the wall I am built into.
Cold grey-blue clay
Saturn
I harden around whatever is set on me. It is the only way I hold.
Fulgurite · lightning held as glass
Uranus
The strike already happened. I am what it left standing.
Quicksilver
Neptune
I am the solvent. Nothing I touch keeps its edge, including me.
Carbon-black clay
Pluto
I am in the middle of subtracting, and I am not finished.
Burning magnesium · flame end
Rahu
I am the burning end of a fire that cannot be put out. I take, and take.
Burning magnesium · smoke end
Ketu
I am the smoke end of the same fire. I let go of what I never chose to hold.
Living wood grown around a wound
Chiron
I grow around the thing that entered me. The swelling is the knowledge.
Silhouette of pregnant void
Lilith
I am the shape of what has not been conceived. I am gravid with nothing yet.
Some of them hold rank in your chart. Some of them barely speak.
That's the whole of it. The same fourteen live in everyone; what differs is which ones preside, which ones are working in a material that doesn't suit them, and which rooms they happen to stand in. That arrangement is what an assessment describes.