Today the nerve-wracked star sign of Gemini finds itself awash in the spectral gloom of uncertainty, as shapeless apprehensions take form in the corners of perception, their contours designed by a fear which reaches out with gnarled and twisted fingers. Shadows, grinning grotesquely with meaning, stretch and make their indistinct presence known in the back alleys of your awareness. It may seem as if reality itself is morphing into something arcane, plaited with whisper-thin threads that whisper in a language that shivers the flesh and turns reason into a blind pilgrim in the desert of the subconscious mind.

Your future, once a wide sunlit avenue, becomes twisted and scarred with the horror-house reflections of your deepest fears. Ordinary places, hitherto unremarkable, might transform into surreal labyrinths, humid with dread and allergic to logic. False echoes of laughter or of some unknown tolling bell may sound sporadically, sending trickling ripples down the spine. Fathomless wells of despair open up beneath the cobblestones of a familiar street and an invisible curtain descends, shifting the hue of everything. It is a time, Gemini, to stay clear of the shadows of the mind, and to seek out the mundane as precious and comforting. Seek solace in the ordinary, for it may be your sanctuary on this drear day.