Under the vigilant watch of tonight’s pallid moon, dear Virgo, a distinct shadow is cast over your neat and orderly world. Your meticulous nature, often the comforting cloak that safeguards you against the unpredictable chaos of existence, seems instead to strangle omens of hidden chaos. Ignored dust bunnies from under your carefully arranged furniture reanimate as ominous specters in the night, mocking your futile attempts to control fate’s caprices.

As Mercury, your ruling planet, shrouds itself in malevolent darkness, your deepest secrets are reluctantly beckoned forth. The unraveled threads of the familiar, your well-traveled paths, transform into sorrow-filled labyrinths. No more the silent, safe corners, the old handles turning ominously, the trusted mirror reflecting unfamiliar faces. But fear not, dear frenzied Virgo, it isn’t the shadows that define us, but our courage summoned to orchestrate them. Remember, life’s sweetest melodies often echo from the bellies of the most haunting dissonances.