Beware, Cancer, the crab that creeps unwittingly upon the glistening, moonlit sands of cosmic uncertainty. Time, like the cruel undulating waves of a churning, blackened ocean, refuses to remain in your grasp. The antediluvian clock begins to strike at the faded shadows of your comfort, with each scarce moment feeding the gnawing worm of chaos that feasts within the murky gulf of unfathomable depths. The transgressions of your past will whisper in the hollow wind, and fears too unspeakable to name will claw their way into your placid reality, corrupting the sanctity of your dreams with morbid visions that scorn the daylight world.

Do not fend off the quagmire of unavailing resistance, Cancer. For as the day succumbs to the macabre dance of the night, venerable forces beyond mortal comprehension will weave their unholy narratives into the pristine veil of your existence. The stars, those mute heralds of cosmic dread, are aligning in an ominous, cyclopean design, foretelling your unavoidable descent into a realm that ruthlessly straddles the crumbling precipice between sanity and madness. Your earthly measures of time and space are but mere illusions. Brace yourself, humble dweller of the mundane, for tonight, the labyrinth of your nightmares will reveal its monstrous heartbeat in the unending void.