Ah, Libra, today poses as a quaint parlour game of arcane strategies to test your diplomatic skill. Your scale-like balance implores justice yet the signs askew towards the malevolent, funereal tones of fate. Beware, oh delicate arbiter, for lurks there not in the shadows of your justice a spectral figure grinning? Do not be chattels to his darkness – look not into the eyes of that fiendish spectre. The path towards your desires winds today through the dampened corridors of the old churchyard. Beware of cloaked temptation and the whisperings of phantoms from the crypt.

The ghostly moonscape portends to ensnare the unwary Libra. Evil that hides beneath the veneer of antiquity can all too quickly be uncovered by the well-meaning scholar. A small mistake today could give form to an enigma you are not prepared to withstand. The occult is ever palpable, ready to coil and pounce. So remember, as the unseen chill of the cloister wraps itself about you, it is not always the wise who wander, but the lost who sometimes find. Stay within the safety of the lamplight, dear Libra. Do not let curiosity lead you away from the warm hearth and into a haunted night.