Dreadfully fascinating days lay ahead for you, dear Libra. As the scales balance precariously under the watchful eye of a blood-soaked moon, dread’s icy fingers reach for your heart. Mysteries buried deep shall rise, darkening your path and tapping the fearful pulse of your humanity. Shadows cast by the gloom and ancient crows perched upon withered trees will bear witness to the ghastly visitors in your dreams—nightmarish whispers from beyond, smiling with hollow eyes, pleading for you to join their sorrowful waltz.

Darkest secret chambers of your spirit will became an eerie playground for ghostly echoes of past transgressions. The transpiring gloom casts a chilling uncertainty over your interpersonal relations, shrouding them with suspicion and paranoia. As you navigate the labyrinth of dread, remember it is not the tormented spectres you should fear, but the chilling terror that dwells within your own soul. Don’t let your scales tip, dear Libra. Resist the sweet, sepulchral serenade of the dark.