Settle yourself, Virgo, for the tongue of the cosmos chatters and the day carries an eerie mark known only to the children of Mercury. At midday, the veil between the seen and the unseen will thin perilously. You will perceive the looming shadows of unknowable shapes, stalking your psyche with their profound dread. The commonplace will transform before your eyes into spine-chilling unfamiliarity, as your anticipation for the mundane transmogrifies into a fear of the incomprehensible.

A sensation of alien solitude will envelop you. Allow this narrative of the day to be one of caution, as you tread through possessed corners of reality where the spectral echoes of otherworldliness will clutch at your shoulders. Looming paradoxes will whisper tales of ancient dread that seem to have woken from a timeless slumber. The opaque veil that becomes tangible in the midnight hour takes not a form of comfort. So, my dear Virgo, keep your candle aflame, for the comforting glow may lead you through the labyrinth of the formless dread until it subsides with the dawn’s first light.