In the stillness that accompanies the dawn, dearest Virgo, an uninvited terror descends. Your precise, analytical mind will be consumed by an enigmatic dread. As the tempestuous shadows of uncertainty advance, you’ll find your iron-clad logic crumbling, questioning the very doctrines you’ve thus far held inviolable. They, the unseen phantoms, will whisper of your impending plight; subtle, ghastly reminders of our mortal relationship with the macabre. Beware, Virgo, for these fearsome conjurations suggest that the boundaries between the realm of the living and the dead may thin.

In the world of your intricate dreams, the specter of your work shall rise, its monstrous visage reflected in the mirror of your waking life. For you, the methodical architect, the unhallowed marriage of your toil and the monstrous will prove most horrifying. Take care, Virgo, as the walls that protect your sanctuary of order may breach under the seething dread that threatens to break free. From the heart of the desolation, one thing is clear: the terror you face will be wrought not from the external, but birthed from the internal, the fertile womb of your own mind. Retreat not into fearful seclusion but confront the lurking horror with an open heart and mind, else remain ensnared in its shadowy grasp.