In the dismal spaces between the waning moonlight and the cold earth, dear scale-balanced Libra, a lurid mystery tilts the scales of your fate today. With Venus, your ruling planet, obscured by a shadow most ominous, an aura of the spectral loves to loom over each footfall. The uncanny echoes of despair, sighs from the otherworldly abyss of loneliness, will reverberate in your spirit. Peering into the rattling chains of complexity, your usually logical mind will feel as if trapped within the aesthetic confines of a palatial crypt, ensnared by the enigma of foreboding questions.
The symphony of lugubrious whispers that pierce the penumbra dares to rattle the steadfast scales of your inherent balance. Is it not true, dear Libra, that the incessant ticking clock infinitely progressing towards the silent night brings you neither solace nor comfort? The corridor of your nerves is engrossed in the melancholy play of darkness and slanted light – a haunting ballet of uncertainty. It is a tempest of eerie winds swirling within the delicate confines of your psyche; a manifestation of both horror and fascination as the spectral hands of fate draw ever closer. Hold fast to your equanimity, though the specter of the unknown may caw most hauntingly in your ear. Remember that light, however dim, sustains even amidst consuming darkness.