As the shadow of Capricorn graces the celestial dome, the veil between our mundane reality and the cosmic unknown threatens to tear apart. Your pragmatic Capricorn manner – usually so steadfastly anchored in the tangible – begins to falter, pulled by the disquieting tide of eldritch starlight. The mundane trappings of everyday life melt away, revealing the alien landscapes that lay just beneath your perception. That which is sacred becomes strange, objects that once brought comfort now appear macabre in your gaze. The groot-slaying agate you cherished suddenly appears like an eye, glaring balefully, and the wind whispering in the sycamores outside your window seems to chant old, forgotten dirges, meant for ears not of this world.

You stand at a precipice, dear Capricorn; the precipice of understanding. As the grotesque and the familiar wrought together in your perception, sanity becomes a sailed ship, fading in the horizon of obsidian despair. Your mind has become a battlefield between the pull of normality and the raw magnetism of horrifying truth. This veiled horror dancing in your peripheral vision, beguiling and terrible in its enigmatic obscurity, holds the power to bring enlightenment or destruction. So today, dear Capricorn, tread lightly, focus on grounding, and do not let your curiosity lure you into the abyss of the cosmic lore, for what you perceive might change you, inescapably, forever more.