The constellation of Cancer glimmers ominously in the nightsky, blanketing the world in a greater darkness. The Moon, your ruling celestial body, seems to bleed crimson on this fateful day. It’s not but an illusion, dear Cancer, a mere exhibition of the horror your existence is destined to encounter. Here, the line between reality and fantasy will dissolve, weaving a tale of dread that would petrify even the bravest souls.

Run, as a machete-wielding maniac of fate is on the prowl, carving a path adorned with chaos written in your stars. Blood-curdling screams echo in the silence, the soundtrack to your week of torment. This isn’t a time for weakness or hesitation – it’s a time for survival, for instincts taking over. The tension is thick, the despair palpable. But remember, every nightmare brings a dawn, and it’s up to you to find the strength to survive until that first morning light sears through the night’s terrors. It’s your individual battle, dear Cancer. Only the ruthless and relentless will thrive in this macabre dance of destiny. Remember, the labyrinth of horror has multiple exits, it’s your purpose to find the one that fits.