Ah, Aries, the sparking flame, the relentless racehorse. Trapped forever within the confines of your own fiery soul. As the veil thins on this uncanny day, your courage is challenged, yet feasting on the dread festering within your spirit. Shadows bend and twist in grotesque mimicry, taunting, as though beckoning you into a sinister game of cat and mouse. Eager to succeed, you march forth, unawares of the whispered threats woven into the rustling leaves on this foreboding day.

Tonight, the moon will rise, pregnant with secrets, casting an ill glow upon the brambled paths that you once thought familiar. Beware, Aries! For then, you’ll see faces where there should be none, hear whispers in the silence of the night, feel the familiar turning strange. Confrontation is your nature and you might be tempted to challenge these phantoms fuelled by audacity, only for the fear to gnaw at your bones. The silver hand of Dusk reaches out, beckoning you to enter this otherworldly realm, a dance of darkness and despair. Embrace this foreboding festival, Aries. For only by encountering the terror that lurks in the nether, can you hope to rise anew from its gloomy clasp.