Capricorn, as the midnight bell tolls, your structured world will succumb to an eerie recklessness. Embrace the embrace of the shadow realm, the twilight abyss where goat-phantoms rumble in subterranean chains, echoing your stern sign echoed. The strict ruler, Saturn, your cosmic patriarch, looks away. Its stern countenance is distracted by a nebulous enigma lurking at the edge of our universe. Something primordial, too dreadful for mortal comprehension. Too apparent to ignore.

Your habitual caution will evolve into a cryptic dance between sanity’s fringes and the pit of pulsating irrationality. A Pandora’s box of unrecorded times whispers tales of profundities beneath the superficiality of your existence. Remnants of cryptic texts appear in your dreams, coiling around your psyche, poisoning it and blossoming into grotesque revelations. As you navigate through this labyrinth of bone-chilling epiphanies, remember the nature of your sign: endurance. Steady not in the face of what is known but in the teeth of what lies unseen within the fog of cosmic horror that Saturn turns away from.