Weird and ineffable happenstances shall pervacently encircle your life, dear Leo. The Lion, proud and mighty, yet beware, dear soul, for the barriers between dimensions become as mere gossamer this day. The stability of reality as you know it teeters delicately in the balance. Unseen cosmic machinations imprint nightmarish hues upon the patterns of your existence, casting an eerie pallor over your daily grind. Beware, oh, mighty king of the plains, for your once majestic roar may be reduced to a whimper in face of unfossilised terrors from beyond the veil.

Do not look too deeply into mirrors or still ponds for what gazes back may not be your own visage, but something far more sinister. What was once familiar may become twisted, contorting your perception into disorienting vistas of irrational terror. Your primary comfort shall be the knowledge that all this is temporary, fleeting as the whispering shadows at twilight’s end. Will you weather the stygian storm or will the haunting symphony of the cosmos unravel you to your core? Pay heed to every step today, dear Leo, for the pathway of certainty may just be an illusion leading you towards dreadful uncertainties.