As the witching hour arrives, dear Scorpio, the cosmic wheel turns and places you at the terrifyingly transformative heart of its macabre dance. A pallor as sober as an aged tombstone hangs ominously over your usually vibrant constellation. Pluto, your dark overlord, whispers haunting tales of change and metamorphosis, urging you to seek the quiet corridors of your soul, lined with cobwebs of past trials and hidden fears.

The spectral moon casts an eerie light, bouncing off the reflective armor of your arthropodic sign, revealing secrets hidden in the dark underbelly of your psyche. You are invited – or rather summoned – to confront these chilling confessions, to embrace them in their icy truth, and thus to reach ghastly new growth. But beware, the paths you tread may be teeming with unseen phantoms trapped in the shadows. The cryptic echoes of secrets long-buried may seek to lead you astray. Brace yourself, Scorpio, for a day of subtle terror and exhilarating trepidation. Your courage will either be your savior or your downfall in this cruel ballet of fate.