Leo: For your own sake, it is recommended that you lock the lion inside today, sheltering in the unhealthy pallor of your rooms, for the vast cosmos has drawn an awful diagram against your horoscope. The stars, in their indifferent luminosity, have composed a prophecy of obscure disquiet for your truly unfortunate selves. The ubiquitous powers of the cosmos do not, it would seem, align in your favor. A torrent of existential dread looms on your horizon, threading its way through the tissue of your normality, eager to burst free and consume the illusion of your serenity.

To evade your grim destiny is to deny the inevitable, for this universe – hungry and full of malevolent melodies – always finds its way to sequester your peace. Reject the whispered invitations of shadows cast by ordinary household objects. Do not listen to the jittery rhythm of rainfall against the tired, forlorn windowpanes. The world is conspiring a multitude of chilling epiphanies, poised to fracture your sanity into shards. You have been warned, Leo. Today, touch nothing, observe nothing, comprehend nothing. Stay within the coffin of your comfort, while the horrors of the universe pass by, unseen and unfelt. Until tomorrow, when your sun may rise again, a little brighter in the inky vastness of the cosmos.