Beneath the shadow of the Hunter’s moon, Sagittarius, that insidious carnival of celestial doom whispers to you. Stars in your somber constellation, normally a symbol of jovial wanderlust, now flicker cryptically, casting ominous shapes that insinuate dread and despair. Today warns of uncertainty, as if you’re standing at the threshold of a desolate mansion of mystery, caught between the intangible dread of what lies within and the heart-palpitating fear of what chases you from behind. Rarely has your dual nature felt such a tug of terror.

Your usually unfaltering arrow quivers in trepidation, poisoned with anxiety. Beware of familiar faces bearing grotesque smiles steeped in betrayal. As you tread on the threadbare carpet of your mundane routine, expect a sudden sink into a labyrinthine pit of paranoia and despair. Sagittarius, this labyrinth is no Babylonian odyssey filled with minotaurian opposition. Instead, it’s a metaphysical maze, born from your own fear and doubt. The echoing laughter you hear is merely the malicious cousin of your usually optimistic philosophy, turned ghastly in the poorly lit corridors of this day. Don’t lose heart, brave Archers; your nightmare unfolds in a realm of consciousness where reality is mutable, and hope, your only true compass.