In the grim, thorny corridors of unlit oblivion, the planets align to unfold certain specifics about your destiny, dear Pisces. As the daylight shrinks and the night lengthens its shroud, you may find that your empathetic spirit is drawing in more darkness than usual. This is no mere metaphor, beloved child of the lunar tides. Your ever-thirsting soul, sketched on the canvas of shadows, might lure entities generating cold gusts of wind, which, although unseen, are as real as your blood-drenched desires. This is a stage of transformation, as disquieting as it is exhilarating.

The nebulous orb of the moon overhead may reveal secrets heretofore unseen, as your path unfurls like a damp cobweb in the moon-shower. Transactions you indulge in could lead to a haunting consequence, a chain of events wrapped in a cloak as dark as the forgotten crypts. Chaos or clarity arises from nightly whispers you can no longer ignore. Strive to adopt an air of courageous curiosity rather than fearful apprehension. Haunting echoes may keep you awake, but remember, my dear Pisces, it’s those echoes that teach you the language of the spirit world.