In the star-washed shadow of Regulus, the Heart of the Lion, grand narratives of dread and unseen terror are spun, dear Leo. The fulcrums of power upon which your fortunes have rested so solidly are shifting with the eldritch beats of an unfathomable heart buried deep in the cosmic firmament. The color of your aura no longer thrives in the realm of warm, Sun-drenched yellows, but instead becomes a twisted palette of otherworldly hues – reflective of cosmic, unseen horrors that cause mankind to tremble before their revelations. The stability you crave, it seems, might come at the expense of your unsuspecting sanity.

Pay heed to the omens that flutter beneath the surface of your daily interactions. Immense dread may arise from the corners of your familiar surroundings, imbuing your existence with a miasma of suspense and whispered warnings. The shadows that lure in the corners of your vision are not merely figments of a tired imagination, but invisible emissaries of an ancient, cosmic order. Do not dismiss them as mere abstractions of your wearied mind, for they whisper cryptic parables of forthcoming tribulations. Prepare, oh courageous Lion, for it is your nature to face the darkness head on, even when it is born from the cryptic universe itself.