Upon the stroke of midnight, the shadow of Capricorn echoes in the halls of the enigmatic cosmos. Dark whispers of destiny clamor in the discordant symphony of the stars. As the last vestiges of sunlight are swallowed by night’s insatiable appetite, the cryptic moon takes its macabre throne. Tonight, Capricorn, a feeling of unease, shall crawl up your spine, as ticklish as a spider’s web — icy, ghastly, and oddly thrilling in its shroud of mystery.

Do not banish these spectral sensations, for they are your spirit’s communion with the intangible forces of the universe. Rather, allow them to seep into your marrow, only then can you decipher your saturnine shadows. Avoid the temptation to sheathe your terror, for therein lies enlightenment. Embrace the cacophony of fear, Capricorn. Hold hands with your ghosts, for it is in the dance macabre that your true destiny shall unfold. As moonbeams carve ominous silhouettes, transforming the innocent night into a decadent artistry of dread, may you find fortitude in your darkness, an ally in your apprehension, a partner in your trepidation. Remember, Capricorn, sometimes the most valuable treasures are buried in the dankest of crypts. So, cower not. Rather, bravely tread the unlighted path and find your sublime truth amidst the symphony of shudders.