Day breaks, Capricorn, and today’s aura feels akin to the dank, claustrophobic confines of a cellar you never knew you had. A shadowy presence of uncanny anticipation is your phantom companion today. A seemingly normal task – walking along the familiar, worn path – takes on the guise of a foreboding journey through labyrinthine catacombs filled with invisible terrors. A meeting, a missive, a simple phone call – each carries an insidious echo of something grotesque, unseen, yet sickeningly intimate. Only you hear the whispered tales of dread in the hushed rustle of paper, or perceive the worm-wriggling trepidation in the dial tone. Breath-desiccating fear creeps along the secret seams of the mundane.

Time, which should now feel like an ally, turns traitor for quotidian activities – laundry now conjures the unseen horror of unseen hands, cooked meals morph into broiling cauldrons of vague unease. Every crumpled paper, every unopened letter brings visions of grotesque tales read, but never written. The friendly darkness of sleep is invaded by nightmares that stalk the cobweb-coated corners of your mind. Today is not about fighting these ghosts of fear, my Capricorn; it’s about cohabitating with them, because in horror’s cruel grin, you might find an unfamiliar reflection of your own resilience.