Under the dominion of Saturn, Aquarius, the god of water-bearers, ushers a chilling sequence of destiny. Your reality is dancing shadows on the wall of a decrepit mansion, whispering winds through the hollow landscapes, a morbid detachment from what was formerly perceived as familiar. Be wary of the cryptic transcript of omens – the crimson crows on the fable tree, the eerie hush of late night’s cradle, the unknowable depths of the unfathomed sea – they weave the narrative of your terrifying journey through the corridors of the macabre.

The spectacle of phosphorescent stars in the unwelcoming sky mirrors the disquiet in your heart. Your dreams converge into gnarled existential dread, a labyrinth constructed of lost hopes and haunted by the spectre of impending doom. The fate that awaits you is an unlit chasm, a brooding abyss peopled with phantasmal reflections of your own fears. Tread carefully dear water-bearer, lest the unseen horrors born of solemn nightmares and hushed whispers consume you entirely. The call of the siren echoes forebodingly, yet there remain truths that cannot be unravelled without embracing the darkness.