Beware, Aries, for the alignment of the spheres wove a reality bound not by earthly splendor, but by cosmic terror. The ancient and malignant stars, pulsating their hellish light upon you, bode ill tidings of inexplicable occurrences; shadows that dance on the periphery of your vision and a subtle chill on the nape of your neck that evokes haunting memories of insidious dreams—dreams of labyrinthine corridors, elder gods, and forgotten realms. The very fabric of your universe unravels as the veil between sound reality and nameless fear grows thin.

Ah, ye sons and daughters of the Ram, dredge your courage from the abyss for the whispers that echo tonight are nigh. The hollow wind wails unuttered mysteries and star-bound secrets from the distant black cosmos, an alien language spoken only in the dread chambers of the subconscious. Your volatile cosmic energy may draw you towards the macabre spectacle, hungering for a darkness that feeds on curiosity. Do not approach without a patina of dread and respect, great ram, for the dark abyss of these cosmic abysses gazes also; and within its stare, an unspeakable horror may lurk, ready to wreak havoc upon your once placid existence.