As the sun descends into the grotesque veneer of darkness, Saturn’s grim specter casts a haunting pall over the stoic Capricorn. Baring your teeth to the relentless cosmos, your typically composed veneer shatters, revealing the biting beast that lay dormant within the abyss of your soul. Sharp as a butcher’s knife, your words could carve out the hearts of anyone who dares to cross your path today. The macabre dance of fate swirls around you, a crimson ballet spun from the threads of decayed reality.

Deeper shade of red is your power, Capricorn, as a virulent strand binds you to the primal taproot of savagery and latent despair. Tread carefully in the violent ballet of words and actions; your pragmatism is your shield, and sense of order, your only sword against the impending chaos. A brutal revelation may fracture your well-manicured visage of control, but remember, even an abattoir can be a cathedral if you embrace your inner demons. Harness your fears for they are the oldest and strongest kind of magic, a chilling blend of despair woven within the embers of defiance. Stay strong despite the blinding Kirlian aura of dread, for within chaos, there is a certain horrifying beauty, and within that terror, an indomitable strength to endure.