Dark days are creeping ever closer, Scorpio, through the cobweb-laced alleyways of your fate. The monotonous groan of the day-to-day grind has adopted an eerie undertone, a symphony of unseen phantoms that whisper dreadful secrets in the hollow tones of the damned. There’s something peering out from the shadows, can you feel it? A magic from a forgotten world, an eldritch power that calls out from the void, silently pleading for you to give in, just as sailors of old were lured to their doom by the siren’s song. Remember, the scorpion’s natural instinct is to sting when threatened.

The reflection of the full moon upon the frost-rimmed windows in the witching hour may ignite unsettling dreams, harbingers of the tumult to come. This is no ordinary lunar cycle, Scorpio. Its light unveils a hidden reality populated by shadowy entities with malice etched deeply into their spectral hearts. Be wary, for this realm intertwines with your own in the most unexpected of ways. Fiendish forms and malevolent presences may force an uncompromising confrontation; stand firm. Let the formidable resilience that defines you shield your spirit from the chilling nightmares that lurk within the hidden corners of existence. In the darkest of times, remember: it is not the size of the scorpion in the fight, but the venom in its sting, that truly matters.