Beware, dear Virgo. The moon hangs low tonight, bathed in a crimson light that mirrors the beguiling eyes of the creatures of the night. As the ruler of the practical and analytical, your inherently grounded nature may be tested as an eerie veil shrouds your world. Shadows corner your periphery, whispering tales of immortality and the forbidden. Your kind spirit, like a beacon, may draw the ethereal attention of entities who’d see your light snuffed out yet your flesh sustained eternally.

The time calls for discernment, for the faces the night wears can be deceptive. Distorted mirrors may reflect a reality that is not your own, tempting your fact-driven mind to question its sanity. But fret not in this labyrinth of obscurity, your keen intuition can perceive where your eyes may fail you. Stay wary, for tonight they feast—the blood drinkers who slip between bared fangs and half-truths. The air tastes of rust and threatens to choke, while your tomorrow hangs between a promise and a curse. Your path may be laden with indecision, but remember, some choices are eternal and every silence echoes an unspoken thirst.