Dark clouds gather on the horizon of your fate, Sagittarius. The crows, once docile and unseen, will dominate your dreams on this foreboding day, each caw a flesh-searing prophecy nested in cryptic intonations. Such whispers of the unseen will prickle at your periphery, molds of creeping dread slowly etching your waking hours like a phantom’s caress. Solitary lights will flicker at the corner of your eyes, sources unknown yet omnipresent, a persistent echo of somber premonitions seeking to exit the labyrinthine abyss of the unconscious. Tread carefully, Archer, for the Lost Ones favor those who wander along the twisted path of your reality, their ethereal claws ticking incessantly against the skeletal framework of the cosmos.

Riddles and mystery are your allies today, and madness the unwanted passenger. A river of velvet darkness will guide your every step – let it not consume you, dear Archer, but instead deliver you through the maze of sacred terror towards cryptic enlightenment. The Fear Weaver, cloaked in the tapestry of eternal night, unravels the web of spectral anxieties in your path. Remain steadfast, Sagittarius, as those guileful strings of dread pluck the discordant melodies within your mind, casting forth chilling harmonies that render hearts cold and eyes wide in haunted vigil. In darkness, remember: Your arrows pierce the veil of uncertainty, and the silvered moon – your muted beacon – shields against the perpetual night’s horrors. Amidst the screaming silence, faith in your own strength will be your greatest weapon against the lurking shadows.