For the occult Crustacean under the sign of Cancer, today the veil between known and unknown realms thins to wispy gossamer. The stars shiver and compact, foreboding of strange happenings. The malignant moon, your ruler, chases the sun yet never catches it, descending into the abyss and covering the world in deceptions of darkness. Tonight, choose carefully your companions, for shadows may conceal more than mere absence of light. Tend to your dreams as one might to labyrinths; their winding paths lead not only to the center of your mind, but potentially to bizarre planes of existence only whispered about on the edges of sanity.

However, remember, seashell homes cannot hold against the unfathomable depths of the deep sea. Silent abysses lurk behind the barriers of your sanctuary, waiting patiently in the darkness for a window to open, an invite to cross the threshold unbidden. Anxiety seeps through your defenses; your insecurities metamorphose into gargantuan, eerie leviathans, clawing at the fragile membrane between subconscious and reality. Harken to the calls of the cosmic ether, dear Cancer, for beneath the tumultuous waves of uncertainty, splendid and frightful miracles clamour at the precipice of realization.