Ascending into daybreak, Sagittarians, you will rise, not as the hopeful archer but as a wraith shrouded in cosmic dread. As the ground beneath you splits, your guiding star, Jupiter, falls from its heavenly perch only to rise anew as a malevolent astral orb. Your characteristic optimism erodes as you gallantly confront the horrors that this day intends to unleash, the resulting echo in your brave heart akin to the endless chasm of a moonless night.

As you traverse through the labyrinth of routine, remember, the string holding your vigor intact is woven from fear, growing thinner with each passing moment. The laughter you share, the bonds you cherish, all harbor a nightmarish undertone. Your keen sense of adventure must mutate into a vigilance for an uncanny twist, constantly altering reality into an eerie caricature of its former self. As the clock ticks subversively within your chest, Sagittarian, foster courage, for you, as the unwilling captive of your celestial horror, are destined to toil within the unsettling unknown.