Oh, the Cancerian, denizen of the deep cosmic sea, awakens today ensnared by enveloping shadows of transmundane horrors, their celestial crab pulsing with the energies of the moon dressed in stygian darkness. Stirred deeply by the cyclopean squall of Neptunian terrors, the dark, brooding, alien forces from realms far beyond the ken of mortal minds shall strew doubts and discord upon your path, the crab’s claws tremble at the harrowing dance of the cosmos, an ominous dance that throws all men into a sepulchral dirge of jangling cosmic disarray.

You are constantly beckoned towards the dread yawning abyss under the guise of normalcy. Whispering from the unutterable corners of the cosmos, malignant forces unknown to mankind mar your path. Your inquisitive nature may feel the tug of these eldritch mysteries, but beware, cautious Cancer; for to look upon them is to open oneself up to the boundless, indifferent chaos of realms best left unfathomed. A cryptic day awaits you, and in this monstrous eternity of the cosmos, you must seek solace in the fact that no human mind could possibly perceive the depth of its own insignificance. For human sanity is but a taper in the winds of knowledge from beyond—perplexing, maddening, and more terrible than the caw of the raven in the deathlike stillness of the night.