Aquarius, as the frigid winds howl with whispers of nameless dread, you will sense a palpable aura of eldritch gloom weaving through the mundane fabric of your day’s tedium. The veil betwixt the logical reality you hold dear and the arcane, unimaginable truths will tremble, threatening to lift and expose you to primordial fright. The unpredictable, maddening chaos of the cosmos will challenge your steadfast proclivity towards order and progress, dragging you into its labyrinthine clutches, filled with-nightmarish visions drenched in cosmic fear and an unknowable sense of the sublime.

Venus retreats behind a waning moon, and dark omens obscure your destiny. Those of your familiar circle will seem as cryptic figures, their visages flickering with obscure intentions as they morph into shadow-puppets against the sordid theatre of your life. Yet you cannot yield to this encroaching terror. Stand resilient in the face of the cyclopean maelstrom that lays bare the insignificance of your existence. Muster a stoicism, for it shall be your only compass through the stygian abyss that seeks to envelop you with its monstrous tendrils. Remember, even amidst this torrential storm of cosmic dread, your sign—the water bearer—still hold oceans within your grasp, your strength immutable amidst an uncaring universe’s relentless torrents.