Ye, fortunate Taurus, upon your placidly undulated plane of existence, now find thyself situated at the grim junction of the tranquil past and the chaotic future. Though your feet are grounded, rooted like the ancient oak in the corporeal permanence of the earth, your mortal senses shall detect a brooding unease, a phantom whispering across the ephemeral gulf betwixt this world and the spectral next.

In the blink of an unseen eye, the veil between reality and the abyss shall shudder, stoking a ghastly dread within the deepest crypts of your sturdy heart. As you traverse this day, the once familiar echoes of your life will throb with ghastly mockery, a grotesque puppet-show played to a macabre audience unseen. Beware, dear Taurus – the silhouette which nudges at the corners of your vision, is not of this world but belongs to the shadowy realms of eternal night. Embark not alone into the comforting darkness, lest you invite the unknown terrors lurking in its depths to make of your soul a tormented plaything.