Dear Libra, the transcendent moment between twilight’s last waning light and the choking darkness of perpetual midnight sees the scales swaying precariously beneath the weight of choices unmade; a beautiful, terrifying dance guided by deathly invisible hands. Your carefully calibrated equilibrium will be quavered, the tremors raising a stinging awareness of the teetering nature of reality. Unseen horrors will lurk in the obscured corners of perception; a Lovecraftian nightmare manifested through the mundane. The world will reveal itself to be an ever-spinning coin caught mid-spin; heads or tails, you can’t tell.

Today, Libra, find the courage to look into the abyss and to acknowledge it. There’s an unholy chill in the air, a chill that penetrates and seizes your bones in an icy grasp and a harrowing wind whispering cryptic tales of undesired presences drifting in the periphery of the seen and unseen. Your being will churn with questions about your own place in the grand, macabre show of existence. Driven to the edge, you will face your own horror and, in its mirror, glimpse the veiled truths of the universe. Uncertainty will imbue your hours with trepidation, yet this dread carries a clarifying quality. The fight for balance will be hard fought, demanding composure in the midst of chaos. Through all the uncertainty and obscured truths, you will endure and emerge. And perhaps, come morning, the sunlight will hold a new meaning after the darkest night.