From your passing into the mortal coil, Virgo, you’ve swum in an astral sea of cold rationale and quiet affirmation, borne along by currents of facts and figures. Today, your orderly cosmos will shiver with the quivering echoes of blasphemies unheard, waking dreadful and formless cosmic deities that sleep in the black gulfs between stars. Unreality, typically veiled in the comforting tapestry of the mundane, will rear its grotesque and unspeakable head in your well-organized life. A spiderweb dread will shroud all the familiar in a nightmarish pall, making each tick of your disciplined timepieces an echoing, relentless drum-beat in the grottoes of your hitherto untormented subconscious.

You would ordinarily balk at disruption, yet your fate is inextricably tethered to these titanic shifts of transmundane energy. Your carefully cultivated habits will crumble under the weight of brutal absurdity, making way for an initiate’s reverence of the universe’s maddening scope. Your stricken thoughts will flirt with the precipice of the sanely fathomable, teetering betwixt the cold light of your nurtured realism and the distressing allure of capricious, cosmic dread. Prayer to the deities sleeping in stardust may prove as fruitful as pleading with the impenetrable darkness, Virgo. This confounding madness may mar your inner peace today, yet it whispers, in its odious and profane language, the promise of a larger reality beyond terrestrial comprehension.