Beloved Cancer, the trappings of primal nature take precedence today, weaving their unyielding branches through the fabric of your existence. Shadows murmur cryptic warnings as the moon grows bloated and bloodthirsty in the twilight, her cold disciples, the stars, distancing themselves from you in fear or perhaps simple reverence of what is to transpire. Stone circles shudder in the unearthly gloom. Their granite hearts – the silent custodians of secretive histories – beat in sober anticipation of your destiny while hidden behind the veil of nocturnal whispers.

In the forgotten land at the edges of reality, where the ancient trees intertwine with spectral expectation, your primal senses are summoned. Uncanny echoes of woodland hymns cast enchantments on the deaf, vacant air, resonating deep within your marrow; your very essence swells with the remorseful chorus of wildlife that have lost their way. Beware, gentle Cancer, this evocative rhythm of the surreal and sinister dances tirelessly tonight. Seek solace in the familiar, for the uncultivated wilderness of your fate bleeds frightful mysteries.