Your stars shroud you in stubborn shadows, Taurus, today. The somber grayscale spectrum of your celestial prediction sends chills down the spine of the universe, a chilled caress of the waning gibbous moon. There is an eerie silence hanging in the cosmos, diligently mirroring your fear of unexpected changes, the fear of them metamorphosing into monstrous challenges. As night descends to drape your existence in its obsidian train, you may well feel the insidious fingers of paranoia tugging at the loose threads of guardianship.

Heretofore unventured territories in your life may begin to writhe, showing sinuous signs of change, echoing with whispered promises of delirium. This day will call for your typically steadfast nature to serve as a bulwark, defying these spectres of oneiric inconsistency. Your toil under the sun, every petal of sweat that drips down your silent consternation serving as humble offerings to the terrene beneath your feet. Stifled scream-like laughter could echo through the empty corridors of your day. Beware of temptation’s siren song that spills like curdled honey from the shapeless dark, for today, the benign and the beastly might be wearing the same mask.