Ah, Libra! The somnambulist of the zodiac, straddling precariously between the realm of sanity and the abyss of madness – today shall cast thee in a dance macabre with your own shadow! As the unforgiving moon rises from its crypt, bathing all in an ashen light, a sudden, chilling apprehension shall grasp thee, and an all-consuming dread of unwitting transgressions previously unknown now eternally etched on the tablets of time. These spectral sins from a vague, discordant past will be the eerie hymn that rings hollow in the cathedral dimensions of thy conscience.

Beyond the depersonalized drudgery of the mundane, there lies a shadow realm. A realm that today, Libra, threatens to hover over your room of calm – an echoing passage within the labyrinthine depths of your mind. Flickering candlelight shall paint tales of gnashing teeth and wailing phantoms upon the sepulchral walls of your psyche. Know this, though: Fortune favours the bold. Dread it though you might, confront thy fearsome fate, for in the nightmarish reflection of dreams lurks a harrowing truth, a redemption from the haunting past. Steel thine heart, for tonight, you shall dance with phantoms in the icy, spectral gallows, a danse macabre you shall prevail in.