Dear Virgo, today, you step within the chamber of your own eerie narrative, a tale that seems pulled right from the infinite depths of an abyss only Edgar Allan Poe himself could have depicted. The moon, draped in an ebullient shroud of spectral silver, gleams down upon you with an uncanny light. Jupiter’s alignment casts an ominous shadow upon your typically organized world, stirring up whispers of melancholic musings and tremulous thoughts, which skulk like phantoms in the realm of your uncanny imagination. Thus begins your chapter of uneasiness, where formless fears lurk in the velvety fog of the unknown and forgotten woes come back as revenants, keen on making their presence known once again.

Look around, my dear Virgo, for the walls that are typically your sanctuary seem to contract, shrinking around you in an oppressive dance controlled by Saturn’s malevolent puppetry. Draw outline to these nebulous terrors with the quill of rationale. Do not retreat into the desolate caverns of paranoia. Rather, press onwards, making a companion of the characteristic cool-headed logic you possess and shine its incandescent beams upon the cobweb-laden corners of the day’s dread. Though fearful shapes may rise from the depths, as though loosed from chained coffins, remember: A discerning eye renders ghastly goliaths into harmless specters. Harness the creeping dread, utilize it to heighten your senses, and light up your path through this somber narrative with the glow of understanding.