Under the foreboding curtain of tonight’s velvet sky, Libra, something writhes in the nebulous few. It’s a tumultuous time for harmonious scales, as the moon, as pallid as the face of a corpse long devoid of life’s warm breath, is waxing in your seventh house. Shadows have always danced at the periphery of your vision, but this time, they are preparing to leap into the heart of your existence, disrupting the balance you hold so dear. Be vigilant, for the dark alleys of your psyche may house creatures of ancient fears and forgotten nightmares.

Beware of the whispers entangled in the autumn wind brushing past you, for they carry dreadful secrets that you are forced to contend with today. Like a lone wanderer in a remote, abandoned town, you will encounter scenes dredged up from the murky waters of your unconscious turbulent past. It’s enough to curdle your blood and invoke a chill down the spine in the dead of the night. Embrace the chill, Libra, for it’s your only warning of approaching danger. This period is about pulling open the creaky doors to demons you’ve locked away long ago. But remember, even amidst the imminent chaos, you are the beacon of balance, and it’s your resilience that decides whether the threat is the end, or just a new, unsettling beginning.