The ghastly pallor of the moon sees its dominion spread as it reigns over your house, dear Gemini, casting foreboding shadows upon your dualistic existence. Soft tendrils of an unseen terror linger in the air, clinging to you like cobwebs in a long abandoned crypt, threatening to ignite your fears into an inferno of dreadful imaginings. Listen keenly to the silent whispering of the night, for within its haunting echoes may lurk enigmatic revelations that can both guide and appall your heart.

Beware, dear children of Castor and Pollux, for the allure of the arcane and sublime could lead you into depths where light dare not tread, and from which the faint-hearted seldom return unchanged. Be wary of the unseen and question the too apparent, for the creatures that lurk in the foggy depths of your understanding hunger to mislead and manipulate. Embrace the paradoxical nature of your twin-born spirit, let one guard while the other seeks. Take heed, for within each harrowing tale spun by the cosmos, there lies an enlightened path safeguarded by the every watchful eye of caution.