Upon the morrow, Taurus, you tread wearily along untrodden grounds and into places vast and obscured. The heavens weep their divine angst, a lost spirit howling furies in the fretful cosmos, under the influence of your steadfast earth sign. The cloak of every day routine falls to shreds, replaced by an icy wind of uncertainty which stirs the dry leaves of destiny. Vigilance, dear Bull, must not lose its weight in your judgement, for the eerie atmosphere heralds the veiled prophecy of a day fraught with mystery.

Your normally stalwart nature, a beacon against the dimly lit paths, may flicker under the ghastly revelations which are foretold to manifest in unexpected places and persons. You will encounter ancient mysteries, echoing a grievous past that will extradite chills across your forearm and down to your palms as you grip tightly the war-hammer of your obstinacy. Be on guard, Taurus. For while the unseen challenges may darken your discerning gaze and bewitch the comfort you find in your familiar surroundings, remember the firm strides of the Bull are unyielding. Take heed and let not your heart founder upon the jagged rocks of fear, as the heavens prepare you for a journey that may steer your path awry.