As the twilight surrenders to the obsidian dark, the faint glimmer of your star, Virgo, pirouettes ominously through the celestial abyss. A shifting sensation pulses through the core of your being, undulating waves of dread intertwined with unearthly excitement. The nebulas have whispered your name in echoic lamentation mourning a lost tranquility. They bring tales of unseen, imminent horror, lurking within the foggy corridors of this day. Every moment pulsates with agitated energy, the anticipation as raw as the exposed nerve of a missing tooth, waiting for the inevitable chilling touch of the crypt’s uninvited guest.

Harness each crestfallen glance, each shiver-induced goosebump, each flicker of your candle’s flame that seems to twist shadows into grotesque parodies of familiar surroundings. The unimaginable dread, the silent screams frozen in painted terror on your visage, is but a testament to your resolute spirit, bending but not breaking under the cosmic horror at the doorstep. Beware of the misinterpreted signs from the spectral figures, their beguiling charms may lead you to forgotten realms of suffering. Attain equilibrium in the silence of the dread, for it is within utter terror that the purest form of courage awakens. In the desolation hides your redemption, Virgo- May you rise victorious against the unearthly specters assigned by the grim stars.