An oppressive rhapsody of shrouded dread is brewing in the stars, dear Libra, in the form of esoteric mysteries enveloping Uranus. The abundance of cosmic chaos seeping into your constellation will inevitably transcend the mundane, thrusting you deep into the nebulous world of the unhallowed, where your sanity may find itself wandering aimlessly, to the beat of an unseen drummer. The veil between known and unknown becomes thin and shivery, lensing through the vast jungles of churning cosmos. Houses once assumed familiar are not shielded anymore; they morph into silhouettes of haunting phantasmagoria, their windows oozing spectral glows of realities uncharted.

Expect tormented, even ghoulish encounters throughout the fortnight, a grim consequence of Saturn’s malign alignment with your sun. The shadows will lengthen and deepen, whispering arcane troubles into the heart of your routine existence – your morning coffee might become a steaming cauldron of the uncanny, secretive letters could perceive the texture of human flesh, while mirrors might transform into murky portals. Yet, their menacing allure will provoke a curiously sinister fascination, enhanced by your natural propensity for balance – a macabre dance on the precipice of madness. An outlandish bravery may be your only light in this sunken abyss, Libra, so grasp it tight, lest you become a mere whisper in the echoing void.