Beware, dear Cancer, as the moon lurks in the veil of darkness, shadows stretch long over ancient stones and unsown fields whispering tales of yore. The old spirits of the earth are restless, singing sorrowful requiems under the hallowed moonlight. The whispers of the trees and the murmurings of the waters speak volumes of what is yet to come, as they beseech you to listen to their mystic tunes. Draped in this cloak of darkness and rooted in age-old traditions, you must tread carefully on the path less walked, for unseen forces and cryptic secrets of the old dwell there, beckoning you with wisps of eerie allure.

The flickering flame of the past lures you in its ghostly dance, dear Crab, yet be cautioned as not all that glitters in the ancient echoes is gold. Stone circles with faded runes, abandoned cottages with long extinguished hearths and overgrown trails winding into the heart of the woods, hold clues to your future. Yet, be careful to not get ensnared in the tangled webs of the past, for it harbors not just wisdom but also horrors of forgotten times. Gather the courage to face these dread-laden tales and emerge with newfound resilience. Remember, even in the darkest hour, the dawn is never too far away.