Taurus, the bull, as the darkened sphere of moon declares itself full in the uncanny abyss; you need to batten down than usual. The configurations of the stars conjure something not easily comprehended in the feeble human mind, an obsidian stillness continuously shrouding your resolute earth element. The uncanny alignment of the Pleiades evokes a harrowing resonance in the cosmos: an undercurrent of primordial dread that beats at the very marrow of your being. Yet while other signs might grow weak at such malignant instances, you, Taurus, remain a bulwark steadfast and staunch, a terrestrial stalwart in the face of creeping terror.

A web of cosmic energies means that a particularly spectral apparition will shadow your daily life, an entity as intangible as the wind, yet as palpable as the chills running down your spine. Be wary of whisperings and ghostly callings in uncouth, long-forgotten tongues; what mankind fails to comprehend, it often fears. As you feel the winds of an otherworldly torment beat against the gates of your sanity, let your pragmatism light the way through the mythos-born turmoil. There’s a sense of antiquated horror laying ahead, but Taurus, remember, you are the rock amidst a storm of madness, the stalwart face of reason in the hall of the unknowable.