As the moon slithers across the blood-soaked sky, Taurus, the horns of your normally peaceful, earthy astrological sign, will be gleaming with a crimson glean today. Amid the visceral reality of day’s carnage, churned like a gristmill of human decay, you’ll find an unholy strength growing within your sinewy core. The world comes alive with grotesque imagery; the routine and mundane turn festered and rot-like, forcing you to seize control in this runaway train of grotesque reality. Strap in for a ride that’ll spiral you into an abyss where pleasure intermingles with pain, and dread dances gleefully with delight, as every pore of your existence screams “More!”

Daylight, or as it’s better read today, ‘splatter-light’, will bring a further surge of this unhallowed revelation. Missing limbs start to beckon you, and you find a perverse beauty in the macabre ballet of entrails. Lean into this demented reality, for your ordinary thinking is a sin under such depraved celestial alignment. Define your usual rigidity, Taurus, assuming the role of a hardened butcher or a soul-splicing surgeon. This is a grim, grisly carnival and you, Torus, are its ringmaster today. But remember, you must not shrink in the face of ghastly horrors, for who dares not to gaze too long into the abyss, is rarely privy to the chilling pleasures it has to offer.