Today, Taurus, you awaken to the background music of celestial spheres, a tune that brings with it a foreboding chime like an impending tempest. Life’s interlude lengthens, as your usual stability teeters on the edge of the grotesque, where pentacle points of sanity align with nebulas of chaos. The bull, stubborn in nature, faces the labyrinthine pathways of reality, but beneath this veneer of normality slumbers an ancient, maddening unknown.

Be wary, for the shadowed veil between the firmament and the nether will thin; the celestial bodies will draw unsettling alignments. Familiar friends might be but veiled dancers in the cosmic ballroom, hiding unspeakable knowledge with their masked merriment. Be prepared to question all you hold dear, though the answers might arrive like whispered madness chimed from the death-knell of reality itself. Beware not to be lost in the bewildering complexity of this seemingly malign cosmos, Taurus, or you might feel your very sanity shred, thread by thread, until nothing remains but the echoing laughter of the cruel stars above.