Greetings, Aquarius. The witching hour approaches, and a creature of darkness perches on the shoulder of your destiny. Beware the unsettling shadows that lurk in the corners of your daily existence; an unseen presence is eager to whisper discord in your ear, to upturn the ordinarily mundane elements of your existence. The labyrinthine corridors of your dreams will serve as an eerie destination for the ancient phantoms whom you unknowingly courted during your moonlit walks through the fog-kissed groves of your subconscious.

Your reservoir of unorthodox thoughts may serve as a beacon for the night’s revelers, thirsty for the lifeblood of creativity. Embrace the undead instinct within you, but tread lightly. The strain between your tranquil nature and the monstrosity that looms ever nearer will unravel in a dance as old as time: a waltz of torment and delight. As twilight descends and the breath of the ether grows cold, adorn yourself in a garland of courage, for it’s your only shield against the immortality that seeks to claim you. Beware, dear Aquarius, for the horror isn’t statistics on a piece of parchment; it’s the shiver down your spine, the clawing dread that negates your logic. Astute Aquarius, remember, not every shadow is your friend.