Behold, Sagittarius, darkness lurks and danger awaits just beyond the bourn of our realm of the palpable. The moon hangs bloated and unwholesome in the midnight sky, watching with icy detachment as the winding course of your fate unfolds. The cryptic language of the zodiac advises caution, for a perilous encounter lurks among the shadows of the profoundest night. You, the eager hunter, could turn into the hunted. Yield not to the siren song of reckless adventure, for even the bravest hearts must sometimes hold their peace, when unseen terrors play out their macabre dance in the night’s stygian silence.

As the howls of spectral beasts, ridden by the phantoms of the night, reverberate through the vicious void, bear a stoic heart. Your arrows, though unerring during the light of day, might miss their mark in the obscurity of the ungodly hours. Seek solitude and something sturdy to use as a barricade, for a distinctive vulnerability openness brings, in these hours that seem to belch forth ghoulish horrors. The transfixing gaze of the astral bodies proceed over this night of unfathomable dread, reminding you that not all things can be felled by the surety of a Sagittarius’ aim. As dawn breaks, so will break the spell cast by ghastly creatures that lurk within the umbra. But until then, tread softly, carry a candle to pierce the gloom, and bide your time. Patience, Sagittarius, is your ally during this night of uncanny horror.