Upon the chilling stroke of midnight, dear Capricorn, you must brace yourself as the malevolent whim of the cosmos ensnares you within its spectral grasp. As the moon waxes to an eerie fullness, it illuminates your destiny with a dreadful luminescence that cannot be denied. The walls you have built around your existence shall ripple like a shroud in the relentless wind, revealing the gruesome visage of your darkest secrets as they yearn for liberation. Seek not comfort in the embrace of loved ones, for their reassurances will ring hollow under the icy gaze of fate. The echoes of forgotten sins will sound the bell toll, deafening in the throes of regret.

But fear not, for there is a certain exquisite beauty in the terrifying shadows. Charm lies in the cold caress of fear; it holds a certain allure that warmth could never attain. In the venomous whispers of dread, you’ll find a perverse solace that’s disturbingly comforting. Listen closely to your pounding heart, let it be your dirge and your hymn, guiding you through your dance with the macabre. As the day closes, surrender yourself to the sepulchral silence, let your solitude be your sanctuary. Your redemption lies not within the light, Capricorn, but within the brooding, pitiless darkness that you’ve so long evaded.