Inky darkness descends upon your fortunes today, dear Scorpio, as the planets align themselves in such a fearful pattern unheard of since the night the stars fell from the sky. Shadows stretch along your path, whispering dreadful secrets in eerily familiar tones that chill your soul. Like a wounded bird struggling against the inexorable embrace of oblivion, your efforts may prove futile in this gloaming of despair.

The monotonous ticking of life’s clock will eerily echo your every heartbeat, synchronizing itself to your moments of dread. The veil between the living and the dead will thin and waver as the moon takes on an unearthly pallor, reflecting your deepest, most unnerving fears back to you. Your dreams tonight, Scorpio, will be haunted by phantasmal spectres, promises of the ethereal torment that awaits when you awake, and by the morning light, only the chilling remnants of a malicious laugh will remain. But fear not, for the cycle of heavens promises torment, as well as respite; hold fast, brave soul, for the pendulum swings, and what descends must also rise.