Ebon shadows creep around the edges of your vision, dear Libra, as the sable tide of uncertainty surges in your lunar house. Grim omens abound, matching the bleak brocade of your presently storm-clouded mind. The blighted moon foretells of secrets exposed, converging into a maelstrom of clandestine whispers that could provoke disturbance in your typically harmonious realm. A faceless phantom lurks in your depths, laughing hushed, hollow whispers that echo endlessly down forgotten corridors.

Cobwebs of doubt may decorate the halls of your decisions today, shrouding your usual balance in the darkened cloak of apprehension. Stay cautious, as the phantasmal tendrils of discord strive to corrupt your peace. Be not alarmed by the threatening raven upon your window ledge, for even in its coal-black eyes dwells the promise of a dawn’s shimmering relief. Remind yourself that the darkness of the night only makes the stars shine brighter – resilience, dear Libra, shall be your salvation amidst these spectral trials.