Scorpio, a rather grim prediction pierces the veil of your immediate future on this chilly day, reminiscent of a tale that might have sprung forth from the relentless pen of M.R. James himself. A disquieting malaise awaits you at twilight. As the day withers and the gloom of the night seizes control of your surroundings, the still quiet amplifying eerie whispers of uncertainty, be vigilant. Your uncanny fascination for the obscure and the arcane may lure you towards relics of antiquity or uncharted territories that harbour nameless fear, but exercise caution lest you unchain a forgotten terror.

You have always relished digging your claws into the enigmatic, probing the abyss for the unknowable. But as the moon obliterates the sun, and darkness swallows the horizon, dear Scorpio, you must remember that ‘not all that is hidden should be unearthed’. A perilous curiosity may be your threat, as you find yourself attracted to cryptic symbols and clandestine arts. Do keep in mind the relentless footsteps of dread that echo in the wake of such obscure pursuits. This night, pull your drapes tight and lock your doors firm, sleep undisturbed by the cold gusts slithering through the ancient rustling trees outside, whispering secrets of a forgotten time into the dreadful dark.