Wrapped in the ebony veil of night, dear Scorpio, you are summoned to heed the unseen murmurs of the cosmos. Beware of the unknown forces which, starting under the phosphorescent glow of the waning moon, shall weave dark webs within your destiny’s loom. Whispers from the other realms now tell of certain shadows that stir in your path. Expect not their forms to resemble the familiar, for they are not of this world and known physical laws hardly bind them.

Trust in the defences you’ve built over years, dear kindred spirit. Your formidable will, likened unto the sturdy castle doors against the lashing storm, may ward off the approaching dread with greater vigor than you can imagine. More than ever, your hidden depths, dark as the uncharted abyss, and as enigmatic as the unsuspected haven of lit candle amid a desolate crypt, shall come forth to guide you. Just as a lone ship seizes upon the mournful toll of a distant fog bell, listen to your inner callings, for they may be your only beacon in the gruesome darkness that encroaches.