Beware, Leo, for the rustling of the crimson leaves sing a chilling tale only the ancient trees of the forgotten meadow can comprehend. A transformation is imminent in your life, a shift as profound as the long shadows of scarecrows in the waning autumn light. Heed the soft whisper of the wind and the heart-stopping hoot of the owl as they hold sage advice for you from unseen forces. The veil between worlds is thinning and this is not the time for carelessness. Find sanctuary in the soft glow of the hearth fire, veer not into the eerie darkness, for your lion’s courage is desired but not necessarily rewarded.

Today you might feel drawn to the simplicity of life, much like the humble villagers who silently vanish along the age-old verdant trails. However, do be wary of the quiet song that the brooks hum, for it might lead you astray into the unsettling arms of ancient traditions and half-forgotten stories that the village elders refuse to speak aloud. Remember, Leo, when uncanny tendrils of fear grip you and the moonlight translates into cryptic shadows, vulnerability can often be a stronger shield than your daunting roar. Embrace the folklore and navigate the eerie tales spun by the wind, but tread lightly, for darkness moves when watched; and sometimes…it moves closer.