As the turbulent cosmos aligns itself in a macabre dance, dread seizes hold of dear Sagittarius, this ill-fated day. The echoes of a past decision, as cold as the moonlit tombstones and just as immutable, rise from the depths, staring at you with spectral eyes and forming an eerie prelude. You’ll feel the chill of their gaze long before you see them, the unsettling spectres of your past. Listen to their moans and howls of derision, for today, wisdom is the mourner’s wear.

As dusk lays her cloak over the dying light, your heart will quake at the haunting sound of silence. A grim landscape forms in your mind’s eye, like weeping willows draped over a desolate manor shrouded in remorse and fear. Seek not solace in solitude, Sagittarius, for in lonely corners do the unseen thrive. The ghastly spectre of uncertainty hovers over you, plunging you into fathomless depths, away from the semblance of safety and warmth. Hold fast to the glimmering stars of hope, for these cursed hours are but fleeting. Hold them close until dawns radiant light casts away the shadows of torment.