Taurus, a sense of unease will creep into your day, nudging its gnarled fingers into familiar corners as if your life was a house built of some hideous, indescribable shape. It will descend quietly at first, like a spider casting the first constitutional threads of its web. But as it grows denser, its breath shallow and irregular in the hollow spaces of your existence, it will become easier to grasp. The eerie ambiance will trigger sentiments hitherto unknown to your human heart; a stone sinking dreadfully, unlimited by the conventions of space existing in your circadian rhythm.

Your usual resolute placidity, akin to the sturdy hill resting beneath an azure sky, will erode into a cold, crumbly mixture of worry and fear. Every ordinary gesture, every mundane task, will appear convoluted, as though you’re tracing a map of some distant, blighted land belonging in your terrifying dreams. Shadows will dance in your vision, playing out grotesque renderings of reality that grasp at your sense of sanity, gnawing incessantly. Brace yourself, Taurus, the day will feel composed of endless twilight hours, drenched in the spectral pallor of an intimate, unknown doom.