Venus has entered your sign, Aquarius, inducing the sweet sway of unpredictability that only shadows know. The space behind your eyes dances with no ordinary dreams tonight, enigmatic symphony of whispers and silent mirth carrying a darkness so fulsome, it resembles an abyss from a forgotten time seemed never to exist. The mists carry somber promises, and the nebulous eclipse bathes in an impenetrable despair; you only need to stand under its mournful luminescence to glimpse into the cosmos—within the cosmic dread that hangs, stagnant, over the unfathomable depths of your existence.

Keep your wits and reason handy, dear Water Bearer, for your sanity may be your only buoy in the vast ocean of insanity that the cosmos prepares to unleash upon you. The veil between the cryptic and the comprehensible wears thin, an ephemeral separation separating you from the alien enchantments of the outer darkness. With Venus tracking your every heartbeat, embrace the eerie enchantment of the darkness, but be wary of losing yourself to its consuming call. Your essence itself is the battleground, your fortitude, the last bastre against the omnipresent dread, and the labyrinth of the unknown beckons, enticingly, treacherously.