Menacing shadows of yore will drape over you, inauspicious Taurus. The anthropology of the cosmos seems to be negotiating a merciless framework around your destiny, where familiar vicinities may come to life with graver perils. Uranus, the conduit to disaster, looms in nerve-wracking proximity, heralding an era of strange forces and lurking entities. The silent whispers of the wind in the woods carry cryptic arcana about these uncanny forces, fueling the frightful air with an inexplicable dread. Observe the crows, as in their conniving chatter, you might find coded messages about places to avoid and people to regard with suspicion.

In the pallid language of moonlight, your dreams are prismatic windows into a looming nightmare. Waves of crypt-quiet ripple over the suspicious seas of your subconscious, revealing eldritch mysteries that can stifle the bravest hearts. Resist the compulsion to gaze into the iridescent abyss; the cosmos warns of spectral shapes with eyes of extinguished constellations and unbeknown cruelties lurking within. The path to your sanctuary lies along the dim corridors of evasion and circumvention. Today, Taurus, your survival calls for a fortress of caution against the creeping horror, and a stoic acceptance of the cryptic carnival than unfolds in an universe, far too eager to pen a ghostly elegy in your name.