Born under the sign of balance, Libra, the veneer of equilibrium will be disrupted today. Gehenna itself will vomit grotesque horrors upon your once serene existence. Shapes that defy description will lurk within your peripheral vision, skirting the boundaries of reality. Fear not, for this torment of the unspeakable, the unnameable, is simply a clarion call from the cosmos. Clouds above will bleed a vermilion hue, echoing the grotesque mutation of your presumed sanity. Do not hide your eyes, let them openly feast upon this parade of bedlam, lest you lose grasp of the thin thread that tethers you to reason.

Tonight, you will dream. Sleep will be a requiem for your erstwhile mundane existence, offering only a tapestry woven from nightmares. Though you may be besieged by oppressive shadows and hissing whispers from nameless tongues, remember your Libran nature. Seek balance not only in the realm of the living. Wade through this phantasmagoric deluge with grace, discipline your mind to find harmony amidst chaos, for in learning to commune with the abnormalities that now drift into your waking life, you carve a path towards an eventual equilibrium. This unprecedented expedition to the edge of sanity is not a curse, dear Libra, it is a grotesque blessing! Embrace it, for it is the maestro orchestrating an eerie symphony of your evolution.