As the day’s shadow draws across the face of time, dear Virgo, a relentless chill pervades your soul. The ancient moon, your symbolic celestial patron, glows a spectral silver, piercing the velvet shroud of the night. It brings not merely gloom but also an eerie serenity, kindling the dormant embers of your analytical mind. A deathly silence wraps itself around you, broken only by the distant hooting of the owl and the rasping whispers of the winds. Mournful memories you thought were buried long ago stir once more in your solemn heart. Fear not, for these ghostly echoes from your past serve to sharpen your perception.

Despite the comfort of daylight’s retreat, the unseen looms maddeningly close, wrapping you in its maniacal waltz. The sheer walls of the castle that is your mind seem to close in around you. Embark on a journey through the labyrinthine corridors of your consciousness, Virgo, though you may tremble in the face of your own reflection. Look upon your monstrous fears and zealous anxieties for what they truly are – cobwebs from a time that has long since passed. Do not cringe from the eerie silence that haunts every layer of your thoughts, instead find solace in the solitude and the strength to conquer the incessant dread. Remember, the echo of the rusted pendulum today foretells not of demise, but of rebirth.