Dear Capricorn, today your firm, disciplined footsteps tread upon the very brink of abyssal voids, once filled with mundanity, now teeming with uncanny shadow and gnarled spectres of alterity. The uncaring, cosmos-spanning ceilings of reality will shatter and cascade like shards of terrestrial glass, revealing chasms of liminal emptiness and chaotic uncertainty. The sanity of linear time will unravel and waver, drawn towards spirals of disordered entropy that were once your structured routines. As Saturn, your governing planet, veils itself behind these spectral apparitions, be wary of contact with old friends who unravel like moebius strips, their faces warped and distorted, a lurid testament to cosmic dread.

And yet, paradoxically, in this desolate, cosmic theater of horror you so unwillingly star in, opportunities rare and enigmatic will seep out from the festering wounds of reality, challenging you to face fateful aberrations with your customary stoicism and pragmatism. Dare to glean meaning from the prophetic ululations of indescribable entities spinning tales of tomorrow in discordant tongues. In an office where desks writhe like eldritch serpents and coffeepots bleed gallons of black ichor – there, Capricorn, you may discover the forbidden epistemologies to untangle existence’s cryptic knots and inch fiendishly closer to your wildest aspirations. Like dust motes drifting through a chink in the curtains of a haunted house, let the ghastly whimsy guide your actions – but remain ever mindful that repeated peering into the abyss assures that the abyss will, most unsettlingly, peer back.