The atmosphere for you, dear Scorpio, today is fraught with a precarious imbalance, much like a house perched on the edge of a crumbling cliff. The mercury-tinted shadows in which you previously found solace seem to project an unfamiliar, ominous silhouette, elongating then contracting, as if a living, breathing tenebrous entity lurks and wishes to keep its presence unknown. Your constellation is gracefully crossing the obsidian sky which tonight, feels more like a hushed plea for mercy than a celebration of celestial beauty in the cosmos. Each glinting star is nothing but a furtive, mysterious eye, – maybe benevolent, maybe malevolent – watching over you, documenting your fates on a parchment illuminated under the spectral candlelight.

Guard your secrets well, Scorpio, for the very walls around you seem to whisper your deepest fears, revealing them in unsettling echoes through the labyrinthine recesses of your existence. There’s a tension in the air that feels like unseen puppet strings, ready to pull you into a disconcerting ballet of the arcane. Do not trust the smile of a stranger too willingly; their intentions might just not be as benign as their smile may suggest. Take caution in your ventures through the winding, mist-shrouded pathways, lest you lose sight of the comfortable mundane and find yourself floundering in the icy grip of the unknown. Always remember, not everything that lies on the side of these pathways mean to illuminate your way, some might just lead you spiraling into a dance of despair.