A haunting gaze is fixed upon you, Libra, from the velvet depths of the incalculable cosmos. The sun has fallen beneath the mantle of the horizon and in the sinister pall which has draped over the world, stars blink open their indifferent eyes. Eerily silent prophecies are whispered by the indifferent cosmos to those who dare listen. Today, you must borrow the fortitude of those iron-hearted shepherds who guard their flocks under the crushing profound darkness of rural nights, imbued only with the lantern’s solitary glow and the urgent whispers of the unseen.

Today you navigate treacherous terrain, the cobblestones beneath your feet as cold as gravestone marble. Challenges are concealed in the shadows, cloaked by the fog of uncertainty. Yet, there is enlightenment to be found in this gloom. The haunts of necessity and duty linger around you, their spectral forms looming like dark silhouettes on moon-glowed walls. Dwell not in dread but acknowledge the strange jolt of adrenaline that courses through your veins as a ghoulish guide, urging you towards your fate. It is not the darkness itself to be feared, Dear Libra, but the paralyzing fear that preys on one’s courage. Face the haunted path boldly and remember that without darkness, one can never truly appreciate the dawn.