Look to the shadow this day, Scorpio, for the sun casts a deceptive light. The world around you—the buildings, the streets, the faces of passersby—may assume a disquieting patina of the weird. The crisis of your existence, hitherto obscured by the banality of the mundane, will be laid bare in ghastly relief, such is the trajectory of your celestial augury. The veil of the everyday lifts, to accost you with reality’s grotesque countenance. Every tick of the clock, every breath drawn into your lungs, brings you closer to the uncanny dance of fate.

Beware the comforts of familiarity, for they shall metamorphize into strangers of the grotesque. Expect the unexpected in your interactions with others. You will find a profound truth lying within people’s banality—an oddity, a grotesque twist of mortality that hints at the underlying chaos within the human heart. The cosmos, Scorpio, reveals not a soothing canvas of twinkling orbs, but a shadowplay of eldritch forces and unsettling mysteries. This midnight revelation, though macabre, may yet serve as the crucible of your metamorphosis. Brace yourself for the teeth of the unknown to sink into your soul, for, once bitten, your transformation into an enlightened agent of darkness shall be inexorable.