Under this midnight orb, pale as the ghost of winters past, your destiny, dear Aquarius, is to be found lurking in uncommon shadows. The strident cry of the raven echoes across the deathly still landscape of your life, reflecting the tumult of your soul as silence, thicker than the mists that hang upon a graveyard, descend.

Gird your beating heart. Expect an unveiling, a grim panorama of secrets, suppressed but never silent, to present themselves before you with the subtle menace of whispering winds through skeletal trees. A restless spectre from your past seeks audience, a chance encounter that chills the marrow in your bones, and will turn your dreams into labyrinths of quiet horror. Remember this; fear is but the consequence of every lie that’s been told. True courage is not just about facing these spectral revelations, but also about unearthing the truths that lie beneath this spectral visitation.