My dear Pisces, the dark tendrils of your most sombre dreams reach out for you as the abyss yawns wide in the fearsome night. Mystery cloaks your ruling planet Neptune so tightly that no starlight dares to penetrate, sculpting a chilling, mystic scene worthy of the finest gothic tales. The third house of communication is moon-shadowed, rendering your words eerily potent and insidiously enchanting. One might tread with care around your spoken enchantments, lest they be led astray into the dread-laden corridors of your subconscious.

The shades of envy and malice look upon you with spectral eyes, my Fishes. Yet, do not quail before these ethereal torments. For it is within your boundless spiritual well, that you may draw forth the bravery required to meet your spectral foes. The low-lying clouds of your emanating aura can conjure forms most terror inducing or beguilingly beautiful; ‘tis your task to discern which you shall create. As a secluded tomb echoes with the whispering wails of eternity, let your spirit echo with resounding strength in these moon-quenched days and nights. Pisces, find the harmony within the cacophony, and let its melancholy melody underscore your journey into the alien unknown.