You awaken, Capricorn, to a strange sensation, an unpleasant crypt-like chill whispering over your skin, a prelude to a corporeal nightmare. As ruler of your skeletal system, Saturn, your ruling planet, has a remarkable influence today; the slithery dread you feel might have you convinced your very bones are rebelling, twisting into grotesque sculptures under your skin. Apprehension prickles your nerves like spider’s legs dancing on your flesh, escalating fears will become an armour you can’t remove.

Beware of mirrors, Capricorn. Reflections may distort your perceived reality, a macabre carnival of skin stretched thin over pulsating veins, knobby joints protruding at odd angles, pores oozing the murky rivers of your deepest fears. If you delay acknowledging your insecurities, the mirror might indulge in showing you a hideous spectacle of your own distorted embodiment. Remember, your strengths and weaknesses are both encoded in your bones; don’t let temporary bodily horrors disengage you from the strength that is inherently Capricythonian.