At the twitch of midnight, dear Scorpio, a veil of dread descends upon your resilient spirit. Seek solace not in the comforting cloak of daylight nor in companionship, for your trials are not of this world. Under a silent moon, shrouded by a sea of spectral clouds, your strength and endurance will suffer the full ire of unseen creatures of the ether. This eve, the ancient symbols of your sign, the venomous scorpion and venomous serpent alike, writhe in an entanglement of ominous rites yet unseen by mortal eyes.

Their eerie dance heralds a hardship of a most peculiar sort. The echoes of encoded whispers, in languages not intended for mortal tongues, hum in the cold chambers of your steadfast heart, inciting feelings most dreadful. In the frozen time between late and early, when all dwell within the world of dreams, you find yourself in the world of nightmares. Beware, valiant Scorpio, familiar faces may be but the masks of fearsome—almost Lovecraftian—horrors. Driven by relentless will, you must weave through the mazes of deception and darkness. Fear not! As tormenting as this gauntlet may be, your victory shall taste sweeter than any mortal delight.