Beware, Taurus, for as the sun sinks behind clouds so dark as a raven’s wing, an air of foreboding awaits you this night. You cherish your tranquil fortress, but malignant forces unseen strive to intrude upon your serenity. Iron bars and bolted doors can do nought to skirmish against such spectral foes; indeed, these phantoms gnaw at your most formidable defense – your sanity. The shadows are fertile breeding grounds for the anxious stimulation of one’s deepest fears, and as you are cocooned in their chilling caress, prepare your steadfast soul to confront these ethereal adversaries.

A time of perturbation stares, transfixed, into the face of your bull-like resilience. The impending dread of the night that toys with your tranquil slumber may seem beguiling at first. However, ’tis the opaque mirror through which the visage of your inner torment reflects – a stark contrast to the stability so often attributed to your Taurian nature. Uncertainty shrouds your near future, and the calm before this storm might well be your most formidable adversary. Be prepared to lock horns with your unseen enemies and remember, a Taurus might be a lover of peace and quiet, but it is, nevertheless, a formidable beast when pushed to the edge of its resolve.