Taurus, the world is an illusion consuming itself in the mirror of your ceaseless dread. Stars flicker and wheel through the void, scribing eldritch constellations only your subconscious can read- your own personal Rorschach blots in the endless black. They whisper strange futures to those who listen and today, dear Taurus, the whisper is for you. Duty, routine, and a desire for earthly comforts clench you in their false sense of security, allowing a thick, nebulous dread to seep unnoticed through the cracks. An existential horror lurks in routine corners, and today, it seeks you out. Remember, beneath the veneer of satisfaction lies the molding abyss of mundane terror – it stares back as you sip your morning coffee.

Your labyrinthine psyche shall find yourself lost in those uncanny alleyways today. Ignoring this terrible, nagging feeling that the world is not what it seems might be impossible. Those lifeless hours between dusk and dawn shall spring alive with imagination’s dark offspring, enhancing your sensitivity to the grotesque. Unseen, untamed forces, like puppeteers in the obscure, play their nihilistic theater with you today. Mask the fear and swallow the horror, for this is your lot, cast by the inscrutable will of the cosmos. Days may be long, but nights are restless, heavy with the weight of silent screams echoing through the maze of your mind. This unwelcome guest of dread will bargain for your sanity, but remember, dear Taurus, fear can be a terrible sage, teaching you truths that the day dares not speak of.