Gemini, the ghost of the ancient oxen aligns with the celestial twins in these rural, haunting skies, and a potent ominous energy is afoot. As the harvest moon hides behind a gnarled, ancient oak, its muted silver light whispers warnings of unnatural happenings. Tall shadows stretch out impossibly from the crooked stone walls, their dark grasp reaching towards you like long-forgotten, foreboding incantations. The cryptic hoot of the midnight owls and the erratic rustle of the crows betray an unearthly secret bound to the spirit of the land.

You may find yourself drawn to the forgotten paths that meander through the harvest fields, where unseen eyes seem to watch your every step from the skeletal trees. The air is pregnant with the scent of damp earth, rotting leaves, and something else, something rusty and rich that harks back to pagan rituals of yore. In the sweet discomfort of your pounding heart and racing mind, remember that, as a Gemini, your power lies within communication. Amidst the eerie whispers of folklore-inspired horror, find your survival in the strength of words. Tread carefully, Gemini, for in this chilling pastoral landscape, the lines between the living and the departed are blurred.