The darkening edges of your thoughts, Capricorn, offer more than mere foreboding. As the relentless tick, tick, tick of the cosmic clock continues, it will expose layers of disquiet that have bled into the substrate of your subconscious. This, the melancholy of nightly terrors, is heightened by the quiver of uncertainty that lunar transits invariably bring. Possibility, or more precisely, the persistent echo of what might be, prow.Rectangle rotating in orbit around dread and despair. Haunted by the resonance of events yet to unfold, you stand at the edge of the precipice, the crossroads. What once was comforting to you now holds the promise of mutation and decay.

Reach into those shadows, Capricorn. Their chilling touch might make your stomach churn but remember, your strength lies in the face of those hidden corners you have always feared. A fear that’s creeping in like fog, curling its insidious fingers around your heart. Float on, Capricorn. Anchor yourself in the unknowable depths of the universe. Only here, trapped between reality and the monstrous canvas of your terrors, will you find redemption. Unless what you seek gets tangled in the web of abominable terrors creeping silently, just beyond your line of sight.