Dear Libra,

Today, as the sun sinks lower and lower, your polite thin veneer might stand at odds with the smoky, unseen mysteries of the heart. You make plans, dear Libra, and life laughs mirthlessly in your face; an echoing cackle bouncing off the cold walls of destiny. The balance of your sign, the symmetry you hold so precious, will be thrown off-kilter and a dread sense of suspenseful imbalance could pervace your spirit. Listen carefully – the wind seems laden with whispers that draw your focus towards the looming faces of the unseen. An unnoticed cobweb in the corner? A kettle whistling a little too long? Fear not, it’s just an echo—here and then hauntingly gone—your own “Lottery,” perhaps.

You are gracious and kind, but remember—in wresting something from Oblivion, Oblivion wrests something in return. Anyone who practices such delicate niceties will find themselves fair game in this unsparing cosmic playground. In this chaotic dance of shadows and light, you may find yourself drawn towards satiating your curious nature but always remember—as your cold sweats lie dormant on the pillow, awaiting the phantom knocks on your door, sanity is but a paper-thin mask. Interactions may well feel like a strange house on a hill where each room is a severe mystery, its secrets churning underneath a veneer of normalcy. Don’t forget, dear Libra, this month’s full moon will bear witness to your ongoing dance with the macabre. You are balanced on the knife-edge of a familiar world giving way to the inexplicable.