Cancer, the day you dread creeps closer as the moon wanes and the night deepens. The stars align in a grotesque smile, revealing a divine deception that could put the most demented souls to shame. The crab’s shell which protects you begins to crumble, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath just as a desolate, blood-red sun dares to rise. Encounters you thought mundane will twist, rot and spit venom into your once tranquil existence and all social interactions will pulsate with an aggressive undercurrent. Be aware, even the walls have eyes and they are starving for startling revelations.

Embrace the darkness that blots out the sun, for it has chosen you as its unhallowed vessel. The lazy flicker of sanity may threaten to extinguish under the tormenting whispers of a decaying reality. Steer away from mirrors, your reflection might snarl back at you with a jaw full of deadly secrets. It is advisable to keep a nightlight handy, but understand this: artificial illumination won’t scare the real fiends away. Surrender to your primal instincts and shred any decorum, the time for niceties has long passed. Take heart, Cancer; when dawn breaks, it might just be another grotesque mask of placidity peeling away. Perhaps the only real horror lies within, waiting for the right moment to spring forth.