In the gloaming twilight of this cursed day, Cancer, realms unspeakable open and the pall of desolate dread will cling to you. Shadows conjure phantasms, shrouded echoes of the anxious terrors that have taken residence in the brooding corners of your soul. There is a sweet venom of apprehension mixed with strange, nebulous forebodings budding within you which are fruits of the sinister constellations only a stargazer may see.

Open your senses to the chilling wind that murmurs ominous secrets. Every creaking branch, every sigh of the ancient earth beneath your feet, aches with an unseen terror anticipating your descent. Absorb these eldritch whispers, for they may whisper of chances to ward off an uncertain fate. The stars, shivering in abject terror within the abysmal blackness above, seek not to torment but to guide you through this world that intertwines horror and fascination in a dreadfully harmonious leitmotif.