Underneath the skeletal, winter-bitten sheet of the cosmos, you, inevitable Capricorn, find yourself drawn to the gnarled roots of your own mystery, craving the disturbing thrill of an unturned stone, of unholy secrets quietly whispered in the dead of the night. The malignant energy of Pluto, harbinger of the impalpable dread that nestles in the marrow of your bone, favors your saturnine sense of discipline, sharpening the indomitable force of your determination into something akin to a ritualistic blade, bone-white under the scanty, ethereal glow of an indifferent moon.

Yet, heed the eerie tolling of a far-off bell; it sings songs of caution. Neptune plays the haunting lullaby of misdirected intentions, and old fears, long buried beneath the earth of rationality, may claw their way back into your consciousness, a siren’s ghostly wail echoing through the desolate corridors of your psyche. You stand on the precipice of something eerie, Capricorn. Hidden within the depths of your own shadows, there is an unexpected horror waiting to surface. Tread lightly on this path of self-revelation, less the unseen terror gnawing at the edges of your sanity becomes all too real.