Crouched under the glimmering Leo constellation, a bewitching day awaits you by the pale light of the waning moon. Nature stirs in your heart, weaving tales whispered by ancestral voices, awakening your primal connections within. Your oaken courage shall be put to trial as ancient rites dictate, the shadows cloaking your bucolic surroundings will dance, urging you to remember forgotten pacts sealed with the lifeblood of your forebears. Those pastoral landscapes you’ve found solace in will impose a threatening silence, and tall grass, swaying eerily, might just hide more than benign field mice.

Trust not the eerie smiles carved on monstrous hillside effigies or the too-human cries of owls in the dead of night. The line between the pastoral idyll and the brutal forces of nature dissolve for you, dear Leo, leaving imprints of terror on your dreams, yet also making you more attuned to the rhythms of the earth. Something restless stirs within the ancient barrows that dot your path, a call for balance that demands respect or promises chaos. Tread lightly around wicker figures left behind by the unknowable will of the land. While the early autumn chill brings unease, remember, there is power in your roar, and your’s is a flame that old darknesses still fear.