In the stygian depths of your dreams, Pisces, a cryptic prophecy awaits you. Tonight, as Luna’s ashen glow drenches the night in a pallor of dread, relinquish yourself to the sordid dance of Morpheus, and find a reality where the dead whisper secrets to the living. You, Pisces, born under the house of the twinned fish, shall encounter a terpsichorean phantom. Its obsidian eyes are portals to infinity; its mournful tune resounding echoes of dread. Pay heed to its timeless melody, for in its haunting harmonics lies the key to your coming trials.

With the dawn’s advent, you may find yourself bathed in a silent, profound horror, the echo of your nocturnal encounter rendering you tremulous. As though touched by the spectral hand of the unknowable, your reality shall shimmer about you, the corporeal world veering on propagations of the spirit. Yet, it is in this dread-laced uncertainty that you must find power, Pisces. The spectral dance macabre is not a harbinger of despair, but a call to action. The phantom waltz invades your destiny, choreographed by fates unseen. Trust in your own spectral intuitions and navigate through the shadows, for therein lies your victory over the chilling tales spun by the stars.