Cancer, the Moon’s chosen child, you were born beneath the mysterious enthralling luminary, which is preparing an uncanny nocturnal spectacle. Your trusted satellite maintains an unhallowed ritual with forgotten olden principalities, its silver light casting baleful and phantasmagoric shadows upon imagined realities. Tonight, as fragilities in time and space contort, yielding to the cryptic rhythm of the elder tides, you will be called upon to peer into unthinkable abysses. Listen not to the whispers of dreadful constellations, and trust not the echoes that lure you towards eldritch truths concealed in their interstellar labyrinths.

As chilling destinies unravel, your day to day reality shall shapeshift, balmy comfort will curdle and strange unease shall wax. The once familiar terrain of existence shall be transmuted into alien tableaus; everyday routine wilting away for shadowy uncertainties. Eschew solitude, dear Cancer. Seek the company of your kin. The warmth of companionship shall be your ward against the creeping dread. Guard your sanity. As the cosmos seems to go awry, remember, not all stars that flicker bear portents of cosmic dread – Refresh your faith in luminescent somnolence and turn not your gaze upon the gibbous moon. Fear the fractured truths it reflects, for there are realities better left obscured in the glacial darkness.