Dear Capricorn, your sinister dance with existence continues today. Beneath the harsh glare from the imperious Saturn, your ruling planet, you may find your familiar reality warping into uncanny semblances. The sturdy walls of practicality you so ardently built may waver before your very eyes. Let the shadows whisper to you as you navigate this realm where the bland concrete takes on untrodden textures of rot, allowing bones of buried secrets to protrude. Existence writhes underneath these secrets, your unconscious dreams are born from this very womb of unknown, therefore, do not resist. Remember to question, not the absurdity of the world but the conclusion that the world is rational.

As the plague of time ticks on, your darkened journey is awash in a hue of melancholy, where dreams hang like tattered specters. Your pathways will teem with sinewy twilights and an ebbing disquiet that plays a discordant symphony on the boulevard of your perceptions. Enshrouded beneath a cloak of reality and unreality, you might find uncommon solace in this obscure tapestry of existence. So, brave Capricorn, let not the horror of clarity deter you from your cosmic voyage. Beware, however, of strangers bearing old masks and old stories; they bring with them a chaos untamed. As your façade crumbles, balance the scales of dread and delight, for they are but celestial twins in this uncanny ballet of life.