Cancer, dear child of the moon, today the spectral wings of vain hopes will drop their forlorn shadows on your path. For you, a chime of haunting destiny echoes from an unhallowed abyss. The indistinct echoes of your past will entangle the tendrils of the present, and they will dance in an uncanny waltz to a melody wrought with melancholy and unease. Betwixt the plaintive sighs of dreams long lost, you will hear the murmuring of unspoken horrors, whispering secrets only you can discern. The moments of silence will be the most perturbing, dear Cancer, for in them, you shall find an emptiness that mirrors the desolate corners of your soul.

As the moon wanes into an ominous sliver, your usually empathetic heart will beat in tune with the worse of your fears. Your normally dignified calm will surrender its reigns to the icy grip of dread and paranoia. The mundane reality of your existence will be painted with hues of the macabre, each stroke accentuating the ghastly and grotesque. It would be wise to heed caution on your part before you unravel the labyrinthine mysteries you encounter–for not all that glitters is gold, dear Cancer, and not all shadows hide monsters. Sometimes, the most terrifying creatures dwell within the deceptive light. Step forward with courage, for despite the shield you wear, your true strength lies within your vulnerable heart, racing within this mirthless daily rondeau of life.