As the moon, your ruling celestial body, waxes into the fullness of her chilling luminary splendor, the veil between this world and the spectral plane narrows ominously, dear Cancer. Haunting images appear in your dreams, shadows move with uncanny agility in your peripheral vision, and a disquieting sensation of being watched infiltrates your solitude. Be wary of unfamiliar voices whispering prophecies of doom; their intentions are as murky as the depths of a forsaken well. Tonight, keep a white candle burning – a beacon in the tempestuous sea of existential dread that seeks to engulf you.

Your residence may seem to develop a sinister character, echoing with cold laughter and screams from eons past. Clawed hands of forgotten souls may reach for you from every mirror, a recent keepsake may bleed tears of crimson despair, and whispers of your name may float from the sinkhole at the edge of your property. But fear not for these are mere manifestations of the restless dead; they seek connection, not to cause harm. Don your talisman of choice, be it an amulet of protection, a family heirloom, or your own willpower, and show them you are not to be trifled with. Remember, the strength of the Crab lies in its hardened exterior. Dark times may be upon you, but the dawn is just a nightmare away.