Beneath a veil of static lies your day, Leo, swirling within the enigmatic abyss of the cosmos. A palpable sense of dread weaves itself into your waking hours like the silken threads of a yowling spider, leaving unsettling traces along the facets of your reality. The familiar comfort of your mirror reflects an unusually distorted countenance, a mockery of your visage that seems to silently scream a cacophony of truth, a version of yourself buried deep within the gnarled maze of your psyche. The judgement of the inanimate objects around you is palpable, their silent, accusing gazes spiraling into your very soul, an uncomfortable ceremony holding up a deformed, grotesque mockery of your own reflection.

Seek refuge not in solitude but in companionship, for the spiraled tunnels of your mind, when delved into alone, hold distortions and horrors that seek to pull you into the endless void. The single rotating eye of the heavens – the moon – serves as a beacon marking your disorienting path, subtly changing your agenda, shifting it towards the shadowy world of uncertainty and grotesque revelations. Swirling like a vortex, this path may sap your sanity and replace it with fragments of fear and phobia, yet steadily push forward Leo, for through the twisted tunnels of horror lies the true paradoxical revelation of the self.