In the dark, hidden corridors of the cosmic wheel, the steadfast Bull, Taurus, finds itself engulfed by strange and frightful energies. Darkness falls, but it is not the familiar veil of evening – rather that of shadows infused with cries half heard in the deepest throes of subconscious dread. The stars themselves appear to tremble in the cold cauldron of the cosmos, their hard-won constancy undermined by an amorphous anxiety. Without warning, comfort itself turns traitor, rending your heart with unnamed horrors and eclipsing the mundane safety of daily existence with something far more ancient and enigmatic.
What prophecies flake off from the scorched celestial parchment cannot be read in any known tongue, yet their harrowing import insinuates itself into your marrow. The typical Taurean contentment is shattered, replaced with a tantalizing, terrifying dance of paradoxes. From the unknown expanse, an entity emerges, its existence at odds with the reassurance of rational thought, yet undeniable in its silent presence. It inspects as it infects, its subversive whispers offering strange, guests at the feast of your sanity. You are urged to fortify your mental realm, dearest Taurus, with an incongruous admixture of steadfast resolution and vulnerable surrender. Within this paradox, perhaps, lies the path to your salvation. And yet, be warned: every step taken may echo into the eternal spaces beyond reason, stirring the indescribable from its haunting slumber. Buckle down, Bull. Tonight, the demons of the cosmos tango with the Taurean heart.