As darkness seeps into the world, dear Libra, you will become a guest in the threadbare opera of your subdued subconscious. With curiosity a billowing black smoke, you’ll float amidst the gloom of unexplored catacombs of somber truths waiting to be unveiled. The nebulous moon, your jestful jester, will play sullen sonatas on violin strings of cold silver light, casting dancing shadows to perform the pantomime of your soothsayer’s prophecy.

Emotive and troubled waters of the past will swirl around your pensive heart like a hallowed raven in search of haven. A bitter revelation, raw and raving, will chide your soul. The silent tap-tap-tapping of apparitions from your past will reverberate in timeless echoes, sending splintering chills up your spine. Fear not, gentle Libra! One needs to voyage into the cobweb-laced marrow of frightening truths to find the resplendent sanctuary of balanced harmony.