Listen deeply, Leo, as the ghastly echoes of oblivion hum hungrily in your ears this dread-filled day. A plume of obsidian ink spreads across the eerie expanse of your world, spilling forth a sense of hopeless melancholy combined with disconcerting obscurities that leech onto your lustrous spirit with every sable tentacle of fear. The vaults of your fortified resolve creak ominously under the spectral weight of despair. The zephyrs of change, tinted with the putrid scent of death, twine tightly around your throat, threatening to throttle your raucous roars into raspy whispers of hesitance. Be forewarned, brave Lion, for the onset of a tempestuous terror befalls you with an unrelenting necessity.

Your brilliant golden aura, akin to a lonely lantern flickering feebly against a virulent vapour of darkness, will have to face the riotous roils of a monstrous challenge. Veins of nefarious ambiguity snake their way into your fate, encircling you in sinister shadows that seek to devour the warm, fiery spirit residing within your heart. Paralyzed by moonlit dreams drenched in ruby-toned nightmare, the cruel puppeteer of fate dances your destiny towards a precipice of bewildering bewitchment. Hold fast, brave Leo, as you withstand a nightmarishly macabre waltz, and pray that the dawn of a hopeful tomorrow illuminates the pitch-black theatre of your current plight.