Ah, Gemini, your astral sign twinned under the gloom of the celestial chart. This day, foreboding shadows of Poe’s obsidian bird echo in your immediate future. A harmonious blend of curiosity and dread will be your circumstantial chalice to imbibe from. Do not recoil or shudder at the harrowing disquiet that shall percolate within, for such is the convolution of your ghastly fate. Remember, in the gloaming hours, within the labyrinth of the unsolvable conundrum, the fluttering of spectral butterflies in your stomach is merely an omen of the morrow’s impending discord.

The cadence of the phantasmic pendulum that dictates the rhythm of your life now swings towards anxious contemplation. As the spectral charioteer flickers through the spectral stars guiding your fate, overshadowing the cold pallor of reality with his capricious presence, do not surrender to panic. The serenade of uncertain whispers from the other side will accompany you like a dirge, remaining as imminent reminders of your past transgressions, your vanities. Embrace the melancholic cacophony of this haunting symphony, Gemini. For as every shadow that wishes to savor your fear is cast, a beacon of resolve Resides within, yearning to expel the darkness. It is within this conflict, akin to a Gothic portrait of horror and hope, where lies your dreadful salvation.