Under the sign of the Bull, Taurus, you stand as a monumental figure amidst the ebon abyss of cosmic terror. Beneath the shroud of celestial darkness, stars align to bring forth an impending narrative of horror. The radiant Venus shall be imbrued in the spectral façade of the moon. Fear not the physical perils that the cosmos portends but instead, prepare your spirit. For what ensues is not merely a corporeal tumult, rather, an overwhelming siege of existential dread that slips, like chilling tendrils, into one’s soul; It eddies beneath your stoic surface, crawling within the marrow of your earthly essence, framing your day in a sinister silhouette of nameless fear.

Through the days to come, solitude shall serve as your sanctuary. Abandon the cacophony of the populated world, for it will be awash in the nefarious whispers of the cosmic orchestra. Seek refuge in silence for, in the chilling quiet, wisdom is birthed and courage summoned. Await for the celestial bodies to realign, for you to emerge — a rebirth for the soul in the crucible of fear. As the heavenward clockwork reverberates with eerie harmony, find within, a fortitude born of your celestial patron. Trust, Dear Taurus, in the cyclical nature of time, and in the hesitating dance of celestial bodies. Pray, weather the storm beneath the stoic guise of your patron Bull, until that day when the dawn reclaims its rightful dominion, banishing shadows back to their lonesome cosmic abyss.