Capricorn, the Goat, now treads uneasily in the shadow of Aries, that ram of fearful symmetry and cryptic mirth. A permeating darkness less seen as it is felt shrouds your consciousness, unfathomably thick and mounting with each tedious tick of the mantel clock, and your notion of reality as you have always known it morphs into a twisted dreamscape, a grotesque mirage from the abyss, defying all rationale and control. Potential salvation comes in confronting the shadow – the grotesque, blasphemous silhouette in the corner of your vision, a wavering obscenity oozing closer with each passing moment. It certainly won’t be a willing reveal, so believe in your inherent resilience, your cryptic Capricorn hardiness, for to crumble would mean the crumbling of your very sanity.

The day beckons enlightenment through horrific introspection – microscopic examination of your deepest dread, the burial of which has catalysed the shadow’s birth on the outskirts of your psyche. It delivers twisted messages in the horrid mimicry of a loved one’s voice, or the malevolent flickering vying for supremacy with the grim half-light sense uncertainty in your sanctum of solace… your home. Trust the core of your intuitive desolation, Capricorn, for it holds the key to dispelling the darkness. Sorrow may be the crucible, but your fortitude will provide strength, and the revelation will lead to an enlightenment that may just snatch your soul from the jaws of this cosmic horror. Hold fast – the nightmare will end as the day tenders its resignation to the comfort of the mundane. Be brave, and persist through the ghastly illusion of this disquieting day.