Sagittarius, the half-human, half-horse entity of the zodiac, a being straddling the realms of human understanding and the indefinable, the woodland ghost whose arrows pierce the veil that lies between the known world and that which we dare not know. Be prepared, dear Sagittarius, for your patron deity may require a demonstration of your flexibility this day – an unexpected intrusion of the uncanny upon your well-mapped routines. In old towns, as M.R. James would put it, behind the burgeoning facade of everyday life, secrets wait patient to be unearthed. Their wait may end today; Be prepared for old memories to return as eerie reminders.

As the clock strikes noon, ensure to hold tight to your amulet. Your sanctuary may be within reach, hidden amidst the mundane signatures of daily living. The crosses at the side of the paths you walk, the weathered stones that line your cartways, each a solid buffer against the formless terrors that squirm in the corner of your eye. Should there be a sense of dread, a cold gust of wind that feels as though it carries with it the whispers of the decrepit, do not fret. Instead, hold your ground and keep faith with your innate Sagittarian optimism. It might be your only shield against the nascent darkness. Candles may flicker, shadows may dance as the day falls prey to the oncoming night, but remember, Sagittarius, you too are a creature of the liminal. Let the eerie symbols fall into place – and they will, like forgotten pieces of a spectral puzzle.