The Scales, Libra, sit heavy this day as shadows lengthen under the waning pomegranate moon. The Whispering Woods, wherein time moves deceitfully, hums with restless spirits waiting to tip your balance. The dichotomy of city and country life becomes starker as the chilly winds whisper unfamiliar tales. In the midst of this spectral season, re-evaluate the harmony between your material ambitions and the callings of the old ways. Omens foretell your ties to modernity thinning, turning gossamer against age-old practices.

Today, a relic from the past may reveal itself, Libra. Find caution in the beguiling charm of the unfamiliar, for it may be a trap laid by playful spirits waiting for the ripe moment. Be wary of gifts borne by strangers, for they may carry the weight of past deeds, unspoken bargains and a residue of ancient malice. The path through the verdant thicket, unexplored till now, may seem inviting; but remember, not all light leads to salvation. Trust the riddles in the rustling leaves, the codes in the cawing of crows. Your discernment will be your map through the murk of this eerie twilight.