Virgo, the ancient Eyes in the Cosmos have turned their profound gaze upon you this day. Venus aligns with Nibiru, the harbinger of cosmic horror, a celestial symphony playing a dirge for you in the orchestra of the abyss. The stars whisper to you in languages forgotten in the dusty tombs of time, veiling ominous predictions amongst the torments of fractured realities. Their foreboding messages send vibrations through the cosmic tapestry, their chilling touch engulfing your fate. On this day, it is written in the blackened cloth of space-time that familiar sights will become alien and the normal will transform into uncanny nightmares.

Shadows will stretch into grotesque forms beneath the dim, unkindly light of a blighted sun. Your dreams will be tickled by unseen entities, their playful exploration tainting your slumber with visions of unspeakable dread. Today, the mundane will become grotesque, and comfort will be strangled by the icy hands of dread that creep from the interstellar void. Your relationships will become dollhouses populated by puppet beings strung up by the cosmic hand of doom, their words but echoes of forgotten calamity. The penetrating gaze of the ancient eyes will guide you; however, confusion will be your companion. Remember, Virgo, to listen to the whispers in the silent void, no matter how much they make your blood run cold, for they hold the key to your survival in the theatre of cosmic dread.