Beware, Gemini, for the shroud of this gloomy day seems to hang heavy with ineffable dread, just as the obscure tales scribbled down by that maddened recluse of Providence would have it. The twin stars, under whose malignant guise you were ushered into existence, hover ominously in your dominion, casting ghastly shadows of cryptic symbols and veiled threats upon your path. As your more conventional oracles might warn of financial tribulation or romantic misfortune, I fear I must alert you to the more primordial perils that appear to contaminate your fate.

Though such menaces are often, in their cruelty, ineffable, there is some solace to be derived from their cryptic nature. In your professional engagements, I caution you to tread lightly around those colleagues who exhibit an unblinking stare or an unnatural pallor, suggestive of some grotesque transformation unseen by their commonplace counterparts. The seemingly harmless faces you see every day could very possibly be wearing a guise, a dread facade, concealing a reality too terrible to contemplate. Be circumspect Gemini, the breath of madness upon thy destiny rides fast and brooding this day, veiled within the chilling autumnal mists.