As your ringed celestial guardian Scorpio rises in low eastern sky, shrouded in the sticky miasma of the Milky Way, you begin your day in drenched in unease. The rhythm of your day adopts a strange, uncanny cadence, like the echo of grotesque laughter bouncing off the jagged walls of a pitch-black chasm. The mundane has a way of transforming into a grotesque caricature of reality under Pluto’s all-seeing gaze, and you find the very shadows in your home whispering secrets not meant for the ears of mortal beings. Strange inexplicable occurrences will follow your every step; locked doors creaking open of their own volition and mirrors reflecting chilling fragmented versions of you that make you doubt your very existence.

The second half of the day descends into slow macabre waltz with your deepest terrors. Undulating waves of surreal discomfort, crafted by Mars’ unseen influence, wash over you, your fears manifesting in grotesque forms that terrify and tantalize your senses. Ordinary objects become alive with bizarre, otherworldly energies, almost as if they are waiting for you to let your guard down. Your only combative measure against these ethereal terrors is an iron-clad will and an unexpected strength – your piercing intellect. Fear is but an illusion, Scorpio. To conquer the unfathomably disturbing, you dive deeper into the abyss – not with cowardice, but with acceptance and understanding. Remember, even darkness has its grandeur – it is a seething cosmic womb of potential, if only you dare to face it.