Today, Scorpio, the spectral clouds of the cosmos swirl around you in a chilling dance of premonition. The veil between your world and the spirit realm is wearing thin, cracked by an eclipse in Pluto, your ruling planet, distorted and perverted by the shadow of unknown universal forces. The gnashing of unseen teeth is echoed in the maddening whispers that fill your ears in the dead of the night, reaching out from the abyss, a dreadful lullaby that promises not tranquility, but an ineffable terror.

Your instincts may tell you to recoil, to avoid the dread-filled undercurrents that even now tug at the edges of your vision, to disregard the writhing spectral shadows that slither in your peripheral. And yet, your dominion is that of the water sign, an element steeped in mystery and depths, making you a beacon in the spiritual darkness. You must face these ghostly apparitions head-on,riddled with an ethereal frost, and relinquish the fear they instill in you. Remember, in your struggle to maintain sanity amidst the cosmic horror, that the abyss also gazes into you.