As the sun sinks lower in the sky, cloaking the world in a golden haze, the dark tendrils of autumn begin to reach out for you, Pisces. Snow-laden clouds obscure the once brilliant stars, chilling the atmosphere with ominous intent. Murmurs in the veil of the spirit world grow louder, signifying a chance encounter with antediluvian forces. You’ve always been a water sign, but it is the icy depths that call to you now, whispers of ancient tragedies passing through silt and stone, tales of destruction and rebirth lurking beneath the frozen surface. Be aware, these forces are neither kind nor unkind, they simply are.

Today, be cautious of venturing off the beaten path. The baying of hounds from unseen corners and the skittish rustling of foliage may seem inviting, tempting you into nameless mysteries hidden in the heart of the wild. But tread carefully, Pisces. The looming trees whisper with an eerie knowledge, harboring secrets of this mortal coil that would turn the strongest man pale. The rust-spotted scarecrow, sentinel of the cornfields offers no guidance, its hollow gaze filled with nothingness yet quietly judging. The silence of serenity has been replaced with a disquiet that thrums through the marrow of your bones. However, there is wisdom to be found in fear, a gnarled understanding that dwells within the crypt of the heart. As the curtain of night falls, embrace your inner strength and remember, darkness is nothing but a reflection of light.