Gemini, night’s dark tendrils skulk the edges of your consciousness, seeking any and all paths into the labyrinth of your thoughts. The stars, those capricious architects of destiny, pulse ominously in the cosmos, weaving a rich tapestry of chilling omens and morbid prophecies. It seems you are dancing on the fringed precipice of some eldritch endeavor, an unholy matrimony of the mundane and the macabre, a veritable moth flirting perilously with the tantalizing flame of the unknown.

This day, beware conversations with strangers, for their tongues could very well be silvered by the moon’s malevolent glow, their half-truths leading you down corridors of uncertainty, halls echoing with whispers of forgotten horrors. Doomsayers don their foreboding apparel this day, Gemini; beware their dire words, for what they preach may resound deeply, throbbing in your mind like a spectral drum. Darkness may be a comfortable shroud, but tread lightly, for under its cover often lurk things which defy comprehension, yearning to reveal themselves in all their shadowed glory.