“As the festive harvest approaches, Libra, a sense of foreboding seeps into your consciousness. The scale that represents your star sign hints at a struggle for balance between the ancient, darker forces around you and the modern world you inhabit. The primal energy of the upcoming sabbath, hidden within the browning leaves of the changing season, threatens to shroud your rational mind with whispers of mystery and fear. While you see each an old scarecrow or a crow perched upon a barren branch as an ordinary autumnal sight, they could be portents of a deeper, primeval terror stirring beneath the veneer of your mundane life.

Restless spirits of the ancient world claw at the edges of your existence. Now is the time, Libra, to batten down your mental hatches and focus on your routines. Rituals in their own right, these habitual actions fortify your psyche, providing a stronghold against the consuming unknown. But beware: Even your cups of warm, spiced cider may taste of the old magics; and the hissing logs in your fireplace may whisper unheard threats. Every shadow may hold a secret, every gust of wind may sound a ghastly chant. Maintain your equilibrium, Libra, for losing it could mean surrendering to the eldritch horror that teeters on the peripheries of this harvest season.”