Cancer, this day forward the universe whispers seductive, dreadful secrets to you, echoing with melancholia in a manner reminiscent of the hauntingly beautiful elegies played on the lute of the obscure, forgotten bard from otherwise insensate past. As the moon, your ruling celestial body, seeks solace in the darkest corners of the night, a feeling of sanguinary dread will drip down from the stare of the great immutable abyss that awaits beyond life’s thin, creaking door. Your intuition might tell you something wicked is weaving itself into the fabric of the day—a monstrosity not of this world—and this sensation shall never relieve its hostile disdain of your peace until the moon releases the sun from its eerie eclipse.

Chance meetings and perilous encounters will abound, as if nightmare poppies have suddenly grown from the common soil you tread on daily. Branches might flutter and crackle in an alien language, shadows shall conspire against your tranquility, and the collective whimper of the city will be but a distorted echo of your visceral fear. Threads of grotesque dimensions might intertwine with your fate – threads bearing an enchanting but fearful pattern that one might find maddening to gaze upon for too long. Heed the symphony of darkness, Cancer, as it shuffles forward from its unseen corner with a mocking, dissonant prelude. You might find yourself longing to take part in this shadowy dance – an urge to peek beneath the veils of known reality onto the ghastly tableaux that waits beyond. Do so at your peril, in the chilling understanding that not all that lurks in the darkness wishes to remain unseen.