Beware, brave Aries, for under the shadow of the waning gibbous moon, a chilling hour beckons. This day lies under the dominion of dark celestial forces, a grotesque arena where your valiant, fiery spirit might very well cross paths with spectres from the cloistered vaults of forgotten ages. An echo of hidden dread and charnel decay hangs heavy amid the air. Like a lone sentinel before a haunted cathedral, prepare to confront the ululating secrets buried deep in the crypt of your subconscious.

The lingering whisper of this strange cosmic influence pulls strings from the shadows, resonating with the nether regions of the psyche. As the last echoes of daylight vanish, the obsidian blanket that shrouds the night may warp the familiar into the eerie unknown. Beware the creeping terror that may lurk in the mundane, the profound change that may spawn from the bite of fear. Do not shy away, o courageous Ram, instead embrace the thrill of the unknown, wield your dread as a scepter, and face the abyss with dauntless courage. Your resilience may yet pull you from the maw of unspeakable horrors.