Dear Leo,

As the sun illuminates your sign, it casts long, creeping shadows that hold mysteries left unturned. The viridity of your surroundings, which usually delights, takes on an uncanny quality that serves as a constant reminder of nature’s raw power. Those peculiar scarecrows, hauntingly static in the desolate fields might start to feel eerily anthropomorphic. Remember, in folk tales, there’s more to the straw-stuffed guardians than what meets the eye – they hold esoteric secrets of harvests past. The ancient grove that was once a charming subject in your daydreams, will today resonate with strange whispers that echo the stories of forgotten villagers. As the day steps forward, make sure not to ignore the wistful sigh of the willow or the ominous gurgle of the brook; they speak a language more ancient than any spoken by man, a language of omens.

Tonight, under the scarce illumination of the sickle moon, you might find yourself at eerie crossroads. The rustling leaves and unexpected caw of the crow may guide your decisions, but be cautious. It’s imperative to remember that not all guides wish well. The old iron-bound book lying uninvited on your doorstep is a bait. Do not give in to curiosity’s cruel whim, Leo. Open doors you must only when you hold the keys. As the sun withdraws and the sable curtains of night fall, grasp your talisman tight. Your spirits must be stronger than the spirits around. And when the rooster crows at the warning of dawn, know that you have survived another day. Be brave, Leo. Tomorrow, the cycle begins anew.