In the ceaseless blackness of intergalactic spaces, Neptune, the ruler of your sign, dances a perverse waltz with a monstrous celestial sphere, known to the ancient ones as Elritch. Today, dear Pisces, you may find yourself touched by this dance, an eerie cold grip at the fringes of your subconsciousness. Tread lightly in the shadows of your mundane existence, for they appear to seethe, baring an unnameable terror that shakes your footing on reality’s narrow ledge. The mundane will quiver and shudder, hinting at unspeakable truths draped in unimaginable dread.
Images of cyclopean architecture erected by a nightmarish civilization of yore may present themselves in dreams, a macabre spectacle in blasphemous twilight. Trust not the whispered promises of nameless voices, carried on the currents of cosmic winds; clinging to them can only lead to gibbering madness. Timeworn folk-lore, ancient manuscripts, and half-remembered tales; seek these out for they carry guides to your survival. Beware, dear Pisces, for today, the cryptic veil that separates your realm from that of dire cosmic horrors thins considerably.