Prepare yourself, Scorpio, as the veiled hand of fate lifts the chains of the mundane to plunge us into nightmare’s jaws. The day in your part of the cosmos is thick with the rancid smell of iron-laden gore; a tapestry woven from throbbing fear threads and glistening with ichor. The spirits of loss and tragedy stalk your path today, they have polished their rusty knives on the arid whetstone of your anxieties. Their gleaming blades whistle softly through life’s stale and cavernous echoes, promising only trials and tribulations couched in blood and bone.
Profound transformation arises from such darkness Scorpio – soak in this splatterpunk panorama. Each violent wrinkle in today’s narrative squeezes precious strength from the suffocating dread, a power irresistible to your natural endurance. The masons of adversity sculpt raw terror into the bones of your courage. Yet, you must embrace this fiendish turmoil, allow the putrid stench of mad despair to fuel your primal tenacity. Your fortitude will echo through the charnel cosmos – spattering constellations with your triumph.