As the moon shrouds herself in darkness, Cancer, your typically placid waters may churn with unseen terrors. The old ways emerge from the shadows of yesteryear, whispering tales lost in time. Harvest rituals, hollow hills, and standing stones that manipulate the fabric of reality serve as stark reminders of nature’s dominion over man. A scarecrow, enshrined not two fields away, seems to sway in the midnight breeze, its stare hinting at secrets held within the burlap and straw. But be aware that not all things are as they appear, Cancer; the unfamiliar rustling in the undergrowth may seem chilling, but it may harbor hidden wisdom born from the land itself.

Today, investigate your roots, go deeper, face the unsettling echoes of the past; they beckon your return like crows to carrion. Yet, take caution and wear your protective amulets close: the silver locket passed down from your grandmother, the sprig of protective herbs growing by your hearthside. They offer quiet protection against the eldritch sea of ancient traditions that is soon to rise. In quiet contemplation by the river’s edge or under a windswept tree, listen to the whispers of your ancestral spirits, and let them guide you as the barrier between their world and yours thin. Temper your fear with understanding, for it is only through understanding can we navigate in times where old horror intertwines indiscernibly with hallowed folklore.