Beneath the ephemeral light of the waning moon, Taurus, you awaken to a horrifying symphony of creaks and groans throughout your quiet, often comfortably snug abode. Something wicked is stirring, a dark secret, confined beyond the facade of homely pleasantries; a shadow tethered to your usual tranquility. Trust not in the reliability of that which you hold dear, that familiar, comfortable stability you have indulged in will morph into strange uncertainties. A feeling of unexplainable dread clings in the air, leeching warmth from the crackling fireplace, the very marrow of your home.

Courage is demanded from you, Taurus, as you tread down narrow halls edged with trepidities, past each anticipating corner dimly lit and swollen with dread. Your greatest fears, that which you have locked away in mental vaults, are eager to lunge forth with a terrifying liberation. So, walk, dear Taurus, walk; confront the horrors that lies dormant within the walls of your own making. Remember, fear is only as real as the certainty that gives it form. Hold your head high, ever obstinate Taurus for even dread can tremble in the face of a resolute spirit.