Your stars, dear Virgo, are in a disquieting, cryptic alignment not seen for generations. There is an ancient air of menace and disarray, a shade of a forgotten tale breathing cold down your academic neck, a reminder that history – despite its inceptive allure – is best left untouched and unexplored at times. The prudent amongst you would do well to heed this sinister omen and eschew from any grand intellectual pursuit or speculative journey into the esoteric, for the answers you seek, while illuminating, may very well furnish you with a dread that lingers long after enlightenment fades.

As the day progresses, you may find your otherwise orderly world, beloved Virgo, besieged with a peculiar chaos hinting at the otherworldly. The oft inviting shadows of the library might reveal phantasmal whispers that were previously mere dust; mundane objects might appear unsettlingly displaced as if meddled by apparitional hands; dreams, hitherto peaceful, might take on an unsettling hue – glimpses into eerie medieval diablerie that feel disconcertingly familiar. Let not curiosity overcome your good sense, for the universe, in its infinite wisdom, warns us that this is a day to seek solace in the simplicity and quiet, to let sleeping spectres lie and keep your lantern of reason ever at hand, for the darkness, today, is thick with unseen stories that pinch at reality’s edges.