Under the spectral light of the fading moon, dear Libra, your scale of justice will find an unprecedented weight that may tip you headlong into the secrets that lurk beneath everyday order. The whispers of the old, forgotten, and nameless dwellers of the shadows grow louder, demanding retribution. You, the eternal diplomat, must now navigate the uncanny labyrinth of the accusing ethereal voices and the deafening silence of readiness that cloaks your fellow beings.

The pallid sun hides behind the melancholy clouds, hinting at a significant encounter at dusk that awaits. The icy caress of the spectral tempest will entwine around your consciousness leading you to the thresholds of the mist-shrouded mansion of buried pasts and secrets untold, engraved in raven ink. Your task today, Libra, is to not falter. The scales will weigh in your favor if you dare to tread where others flee, to seek justice in the face of the unearthly horrors.