Beware Scorpio, you traverse on bloody glass today. The violent, gut-wrenching despair that lurks in the shadows of your deep fears won’t stay hidden. It’ll slither out from the crevices like blood-drenched tendrils, gnarled and grotesque– a sadistic manifestation of the macabre that holds your soul captive. Today, your destiny dangles precariously over the abyss of torment, the echo of your heartbeat reverberating off the scarlet walls of your impending dread.

The blood moon bestows upon you the baleful glow of torment, the grotesque nightmare that you’ve tried to suppress will no longer stay dead and buried. The fetid stink of dread will cling to your skin, licking at your sanity, till you become the embodiment of your own fright. You may scramble to stitch your reality back together, but be warned, Scorpio, once the phantasmal horrors escape, they prefer to dance on your nightmares, reeking of eviscerated hope, and will not return without a fight.