The seeds of travail and dread have been sown beneath the shadow of Taurus, the Bull. Forces ancient and unholy beckon from the thinly veiled realm of the unseen, their presence permeating the misty tendrils of your waking hours. This day, the steadfast Taurus finds themselves haunted by an eeriness that even the bravest of hearts may falter to withstand; an abhorrent chill, not of this world, seeks to hug close to your steady footing, keen on unhinging the obstinacy unique to your sign.

Beware, o’ Bull, for dangers lurk not only in the dim recesses of silence but call from mirrors’ depths and echo in the hollow gusts of a restless night. Shroud yourself in perseverance and gird thine courage. For it is in confronting these spectral forces of the ethereal realm that you transcend the temptations of mortal fear. Arm yourself with the resolve that crowns your star-born destiny, and open your eyes to the labyrinth of shadow and trembling light that this day forms around your world. You shall rise from the abyss, born anew from the cataclysm of terror that seeks to hold you in its icy grasp.