Gemini, today starlight stirs shadows in quiet corners of your life, waking darker powers from their slumber. A spectral seal on pandemonium has been weakened by the twin’s bifurcation in the celestial sphere, bringing forth echoes of the eerie Hossack germs of malicious intent. Though it is against my cosmic creed to utter in a voice anything but serene, prepare dear Gemini, for an eroding encounter with ethereal malice, clad in ill-defined figures of a dream perhaps, or in cryptic messages stitched in the silken threads of evening’s twilight.
The manifold mirror image of your star sign exposes you to a more immediate danger; a chasm of chaos craftily concealed in the delicate dance of Gemini’s duality. As passively as a shadow swallows the gleam of a gas lamp, evil shall gild your world with unseen horror. Tread carefully, dear Gemini, and perhaps you shall evade the unseen talons that scratch at the thin veil between our reality and the one that writhes with nameless dread beneath. Be especially prudent at midnight, for it is during this witching hour that your tormentor’s power reaches its zenith.