The stars gaze down upon you, Taurus, and what they reveal terrifyingly overturns the complacency of your existence. Whispering constellations conspire to invoke a dance of much dread, a celestial soiree that no mortal ought to behold. The cosmos itself holds a primordial secret, a cosmic menace that was old when the universe was but a child. This powerful yet suppressed dread seeks to pour through the cracks of reality, threatening to shatter the mirror of your existence and make a grotesque caricature of the predictable life that you once knew.

Your daily routines will twist and contort, disassembling the comforting illusion of the mundane and drawing forth the crawling chaos that has been silently incubating beneath. The unfathomable depths of the cosmic ocean echo tangibly in the black pit of your dreams, turning your sleep into something far more haunting. Remain cautious; the world around you may seem the same, but the undercurrents of unreality grow stronger with each passing day. Keep your sanity, Taurus. Hold onto the tenuous thread of earthly existence. The veil between this world and the next thins, and the unknown dreads wink and glisten in the abyss.