Shadowed in the echo of your cryptic dreams, Scorpio, is a haunting melody that vibrates with cosmic synchronicity, caressing the nerve ends of your reality. The sun may symbolically plunge into the depths of the unknown today, submerging your daily identity into a kaleidoscope of sprawling fear. Aligning to the profound leanings of this fearful progression, which is the same direction that many charlatan soothsayers would ignorantly characterize as ‘downhill’, will require a steep descent into your subconscious, the spider’s parlor of your deepest anxieties and unresolved turmoils. Berate not the spider who weaves this web of despair, but rather lubricate every palpitation of your existence with the dread that it evokes. Every beat of your heart reverberates through the cosmos, scorching astral pathways with the eerie light of your dread.

The moon, alluring in her bleak solemnity, lingers ominously in your fourth house of home and family. Her nocturnal caress evokes visions of familiar faces contorted into grotesque masks of horror, kindling an icy dread that whispers of arcane secrets kept too close to the familial hearth. Astute are you, dear Scorpio, in decoding the esoteric symbolism imbued in these lunar dreams, your considerable intuition forming the last line of defense against the unrelenting torrent of the unknown. An odd sort of melancholy waltz guides your steps through today’s interactions, each conversation a new verse in the tragic ballad of your life, swaying to the tragic rhythm of humanity’s futile cycle. On this macabre rotation of the celestial roulette, perhaps nothing is more terrifying than the revelation that you, Scorpio, are the master composer of your own dread-filled symphony.