Pisces, the two fish forever swimming in opposing directions, navigate the chilling depths that are your home today. A murmuring darkness swells in the alien shadows, serpentine in its fluid motions, undulating through swirling currents of ethereal secrets and half-forgotten horrors. The Abyss yawns open, eager to share truths dwelling in places where sunlight dare not shine, where nameless entities obscured by ancient, oceanic veils wait the passage of eons with a patience that may just rival your own.

Your usual Piscean empathy may be your undoing today; tread carefully. Faces of drowned memories will breach the surface, their distorted countenances mingling promise with threat, longing with despair. Distance yourself from their plaintive cries echoing from beyond the stygian gloom. Like sirens of ages past, they seek to drag you down, into pits of abysmal darkness where time changes hands from tormentor to companion, whispering eldritch wisdom that destroys even as it enlightens. Be not tempted, for the path of the fish is fraught with unseen danger and salvation may be a luxury afforded by the brave, rather than the wise.