Beware Gemini, for the stars have aligned in an unholy configuration, and dark cosmic divinations beckon to you from the impenetrable abyss of the infinite void. Your dual nature, now more than ever, churns restlessly within your mortal vessel, thrashing like a formless monstrosity writhing in the stygian depths. Old gods, dormant since time immemorial, whisper the guttural hymn of dread and destiny into your subconscious, their enigmatic messages masked in the shadowy veil of nightmares. This ghastly symphony will elicit a chilling remembrance of your insignificance within the unfathomable expanses of the cosmos.

As the eldritch miasma of fear envelops your being, the mundane world about you will decay, crumbling to reveal the abysmal fissures in the fabric of reality. Tok’ra, the fell celestial body in rogue alignment with your sign, casts an eerie pallor that seeps through your defenses, instilling a bone-deep instinctual terror that surpasses all reason. Trust not your senses, for they are feeble before the insidious deceptions woven by these cosmic puppeteers. In this cycle of celestial horror, remember well that your mundanity is your most potent defense against the nightmarish revelations of the unseen infinity. Beware the cyclopean structures of your dreams and shun the unspeakable whisper of the building storm. The ever-watchful Eye of Yog stares unblinkingly upon you from the impenetrable abyss. Face it not, lest your sanity be shorn away, leaving but a hollow shell within its wake.