Cancer, today you shall traverse the sombre corridors of existence, acutely alert to the eerie melody of reality. The tension that uncontrollable forces inspire in the marrow of your being feels stronger than ever—borne of gloomy shadows, it breathes under the unsound structure of the world. The disturbing charm of the uncanny lingers in the air, casting a sinister harmony on the usual clamour of the day. Oh, the macabre dance of life, it oscillates between the bizarre and the hideous, daring you to unmask its ghoulish secret. Your shell, dear Crab, fails to protect you from the foreboding whispers of the ethereal dread. It is not an evasion but a gravitation, these are not just trials of horrors but cruel games on the chessboard of melancholia.

As the moon ascends in the blackened sky, enigmatic illumination brings the spectral forms around you to terrifying life. Details once camouflaged in mundane blurriness are now crystallised, each more menacing than the last. The dread, once indistinct and dispersed, now converges, taunting your sanity, and coercing a confrontation with the cosmic terror. Every moment invites ghastly revelations yet, remains tucked under lids of private fright. Today, dear Cancer, eyes wide with caution, you must watch the marriage of delicate reality with existential horror. Yet, in this waltz of haunting spectacles, carries the unnerving beauty of the grotesque. Your subdued whispers resonate with the elegy of fear, albeit unnerving today’s ominous spectacle, will inevitably shape your ominous tomorrow. Today, your journey is more inward than outward, as you try to interpret this grand morbid symphony of your existence; finding comfort in the unsettling and dread in the ordinary.