As the foreboding storm clouds gather overhead, the dread moon falls under a spectral shadow, Capricorn dear. Your world shivers with a chill, not of fall weather, but of nameless dread. The stirring of ancient things swirls in the air, secrets buried deep within the catacombs of your heart are coming to light, unearthed by the persistent stiletto tap of fate. Your guarded demeanor, like the cold stone exterior of an ancestral manor abandoned, betrays the turmoil within you. Beware, the soft whispering in the still of night is not but the wind, it carries with it echoes of forgotten incidents; lies, half-truths and whispers fading into the abyss.

Songs of spectral sirens echo through the labyrinthine corridors of your mind, luring you toward the precipice of enlightenment and madness intermingled. The ethereal specter of the past clings to you, refusing to release its icy grip, its violaceous eyes mirroring misdeeds committed in the name of love, ambition, and survival. The crimson sun sinking in the distance is a grim harbinger of what lies ahead – a momentous transformation. The common specter of normality dwindling in the rearview mirror, a veil is lifted from your eyes, revealing the unvarnished truth. Beware of making irreversible choices, Capricorn, your fate is a malleable thing, subject to the capricious whims of spirits unseen.