It’s a nightingale morning, Capricorn, so wash the sleep from your eyes and prepare to face the ominous unknown. The stars have been whispering your name, a sinister lullaby for those born under your sign, but with a haunting rhythm that echoes an unrecognizable pattern. Today, you are a ghost caught in the maelstrom of uncertainty, dwarfed by its monstrous grandeur, a chilling kiss blown by fate.

Today, the ordinary will unmask itself and reveal its grotesque face. Glance at the mirror, and it may be more than your reflection mimicking your every move; maybe a Cherokee rose blooming in late autumn can retain more than just its unnatural beauty. Remember, Capricorn, it’s often the things we think we understand that hold the most terror. Your safe spaces may morph into inescapable labyrinths, tangible fears lurking in innocuous corners. The threshold between the mundane and the spectral is as thin as your next breath, so tread carefully, Capricorn, you’ll need your sanity just as much as your courage for what is to transpire.