Beware, those born under the enigmatic sign of Cancer, for tonight, the malevolent influence of the carmine moon wedded with the merciless ocean might make you dance to its eerie symphony of horror. Its corpulent, blood-soaked countenance shall rise in the darkness like the unholy testament of an ancient curse, whispering crimson secrets that send tremors even in the marrow of your being. Much like the grotesque monstrosities that reside in the abyssal trench of the ocean, your emotions and intuition may become grotesquely misshapen, resembling twisted marionettes in the hands of an unseen puppeteer, compelling you to divulge secrets that should forever stay buried in your heart’s subterranean chambers.

Your dwelling will transform into a castle of spectral shadows, the flickering candlelight casting gnarled hands against the stone-cold walls, reaching out to caress your dreams with a dread-infused touch. Each echo in the vast silence of the night will bear creepy chorales; every mundane sound transformed into a Banshee’s wail, pushing your sanity to the precipice. Be careful, O sensitive Crab, to not succumb to the unrestrained currents of ill-starred celestial forces, lest you become the eerie ballad the moon sings to the unfathomable deep. Retreat to your maternal shell’s safety, and harken not to the treacherous call of the red moon, for tonight is one that is doomed by these deadly nocturnal spectres.