Tonight, dear Taurus, shadows will slink from corners unseen, and an icy wind from the crypt of eternity shall chill the marrow of your bones. As you walk the moonlight embraced path of destiny, drawn to the ominously irresistible pulse of peril, brace yourself. There are forbidden feasts in the banquet halls of the night, where crimson nectar flows freely for those daring enough to partake. However, your steadfast nature and unwavering resolve will erect fortresses against the pallid figures who dwell in the hinterland of humanity, those who would ensnare you into the eternal tango of midnight.

Your introspective reflection will serve as your silver mirror, refracting the ghastly gazes of tormented souls, yearning for the sweet oblivion of daylight’s drastic decree. Remember, Taurus, not all things that whisper in the dark speak lies, and not all salacious sirens singing the sanguinary songs of seduction seek to savage your spirit. A careful balance must you strike, betwixt the allure of the everlasting night and the timid security of daylight’s gentle kiss, as you navigate through this spectral soiree. Let your heart throb with courage, even as those doleful eyes of the damned beseech silence in your veins.