Today rises bleak, dear Aquarius, and a shroud of uncanny aura grips your reality in talons of spectral chill. A shadowy wisp of an idea, something you’d tucked away in the deep, cobwebbed corners of your mind is coming home to roost. You may find it’s been nesting, growing cruel fangs and glaring eyes under a cloak of comforting rationale. It follows you, ever a step behind, spinning a thread of eeriness that threatens to pull you under, into its molasses-thick abyss.

Tonight, your dreams will stitch together a tapestry of dread, each thread a necrotic piece of phantasm that will dance on the stage of your subconscious. You may find your sleep punctuated by images too frightening to be real and too vivid to be mere nightmares. As the spectral choir raises a bone-chilling hymn under the pockmarked moon, you may feel yourself drawn to look under the bed or behind the curtains, or perhaps to open that one door you’ve always overlooked. But tread softly, dear Water-bearer. For, in the familiar lies concealed the most monstrous of horrors, and illusions and reality share an unholy blood pact etched in your deepest fears.