Under a haunted sky, Scorpio, the constellation shrouded in a spectral aura, etched vividly against the night-time dome. Orion, the hunter is fleeing, leaving you isolated among the celestial arena. This night, Scorpio, you will feel a subtle, marrow-chilling sensation, that might not be entirely a figment of your terrestrial imagination. Listen to the shrieks of jackdaws, observe the rustling of ominous elder trees, be entranced by the moon’s feverish glow — tonight, the spectral world will make thyself known to you.

Upon the morrow, you awake to an eerie calm. The air is heavy with a terrifying sense of discovery; your dreams from yesternight seeping into the living, casting long, monstrous shadows upon daily mundanities. The veil between worlds is thin – the extraordinary reaching out to touch the ordinary. Tread lightly, Scorpio. You walk on uncanny ground. There’s an unexpected knock at the door, a shadow at the windowpane, your every perceptive faculty teeters on the edge of the nightmare realms. Grand tales await your life’s parchment. Make sure they do not end up being scrawled in ghostly ink.