Upon the morrow, Sagittarius, you shall find yourself awakened by an otherworldly chill, as though an unseen specter has crossed the boundary into your sanctuary unbidden, weaving a spectral tapestry of unease. Dreams, both alluring and grotesque, shall plague your slumber, filled with ethereal shadows shaped like your deepest fears, dancing in grotesque mimicry of life. The metaphorical ghosts of your past, adorned in an armature of silences and regrets, shall break free from their spectral chains and lay claim to your peace.

Venturing into the daylight, become wary of the disguises that your acquaintances wear. Their features may be wrapped in genial smiles, but beneath the veneer, like grotesque creations of a mad scientist, secrets shrouded in mists of duplicity may be lurking. In these hours of tribulation, your pursuit of truth shall mirror that of an audacious explorer, navigating through treacherous landscapes of deceit and betrayal. Sagittarius, you bear the weight of the world upon your shoulders tomorrow, much as a conduit of life and death, truth and concealment. Gird your spirit in stoic resolve; this is but the tolling of midnight horrors that precedes the dawn of understanding.