As the shrouded darkness of the Scorpio night falls, a peculiar sense of dread clings to your being like morning mist on a neglected graveyard. Veil to the astral realm is cast aside, whispering shadowy images, feeling as though we are looking through a grim and murky window into your not too distant future. The star alignment of Pluto and Mars spell unfathomable dread, an echo of terror reverberating through the sombre silence of the cosmos, reaching out to your primal instincts. The unsettling carrot you’ve chased through the labyrinth of your darkest dreams now lingers on the tip of your reality, casting a dark veil over the imminent terror that awaits.
With each passing hour, your senses heighten like a solitary hare in a cold, unforgiving thicket; your heart beats like an age-old pendulum abrasively cutting through the stillness of time. Strange visions will manifest, teasing your anxiety while toying with your understanding of the corporeal world. The sound of rustling leaves or the faint echo of a distant hum may quicken your pulse, turning the mundane into the horrifying, and heralding the approach of a chilling revelation that your soul isn’t solitary but an aching host to the unseen. Trust not the flickering lights, nor the seeming innocuous shadows, for in their unsuspecting allure lurks the macabre face of reality. Embrace this unearthly horror, Scorpio, for it is as much a part of you as the raw marrow that constructs the fabric of your existence. The aftermath shall either leave you altered, carving robust valleys of resilience, or swept away in the gory river of dread hidden beneath the veneer of the mundane.
