Scorpio, as the sun fades and the moon asserts dominion over the melancholic canvas of the night, your dark alignment with the celestial bodies moves you closer to a different realm. The obscure secrets of the cosmos are slowly unraveling, forming constellations of ominous auguries that prophecy a string of peculiar occurrences. The opaque veil that masks the faces of the Old Ones, those eternal entities sequestered in the forgotten chasms of the universe, thins revealing monstrous truths held in check by celestial chains unbreakable by the meek.

Remember, Scorpio, life and death are cyclical, as is everything in this unfathomable universe; do not be frightened by the infernal whispers that seem to seep from the cold abyss of the unknown. Your strength lies in resisting the relentless pull of cosmic chaos while staying rooted in the familiarity of your reality. Amorphous shadows may peel themselves from the ebony void, but fear is a choice, Scorpio, choose to perceive the abyss not as a maw of eternal damnation, but a wellspring of cosmic wisdom. The all-pervading dread you feel is but a trifle compared to the immeasurable knowledge the universe offers you today. Steel yourself, Scorpio, for eternal truths are often most bone-chilling.