Today, Taurus, you awaken to the soft murmur of unseen voices, ringing out from the abyssal depths of your ordinary existence—a faint echo of the cosmic carousel, bearing the inexpressible dread of the strange and the uncanny. Your steadfast resolve, as solid and stubborn as the ancient, grotesque citadels whose shadowy contours remain etched in the landscapes of your dreams, will be tested as never before. Do not let the mask of seeming normalcy fool you, for it may well hide the grim visage of unutterable horror.

Under the solemn pallor of the noonday sun, you are the ploughman who uncovers not the bountiful harvest, but the grotesqueries hidden in the heart of the earth. Your earthbound nature, typically an anchor, may instead tether you to a nightmare tableau, a lovecraftian circus where the silence between the acts is filled with the peals of sublime terror. Beware, Taurus, the ethereal whisperings today are not but the siren’s song. Walk the line of your existence carefully, navigating between the sunlit canyons of reality and the moonlit abyss of your dreams.