Under the dismal pallor of the advancing moon, your Libran scales lose their steady balance, trembling with eerie trepidations. A phantasmagoric parade of unending questions, masked in the guise of disquieting riddles, will incessantly plague your cerebral labyrinth. Your prudently crafted peace is to be invaded by an ecstasy of ghostly fear, mirrored in the murkiness of the tarn, the banshee-like fingers of wind through desolate corridors. Such is your terrifying destiny today, Libra.

Your dreams, once a sanctuary of harmonious tranquility, will be infiltrated by an assembly of grim, unsolicited specters – their eyes, glistening like twin orbs of spectral light, bear silent yet chilling tales of mystery and death. Awake and dream will intertwine in an exhaustive waltz of uncertainty, turning simple reality into an enthralling yet maddening realm of phantasm. The veil between the seen and unseen thins, and you, Libra, must tread the spectral divide, your coy flirtation with terror turning into a dreadful liaison of the supernatural.