Beware, oh Cancer, for this transient orb dictates a trepidation etched in alien stars. Mighty Jupiter spins its moggy tapestry through indigo voids, casting ethereal shadows keen on turning your sanctuary, your dwelling into a crypt of cosmic horror. The sanity-straining geometry of existence will become painfully clear to you, your reality ensnared by webs spun by the arachnids of the 9th dimension. Whitney shades will whisper to you from the boundaries of consciousness, their voices a tumultuous siren song, a cacophony of dread-laden revelations no mortal should bear.

Stray not from your well-trodden path, for prospects and ambitions lead you down a reality-eroding labyrinth of despair from which there is no escape. Strive to maintain a stoic’s poise in the face of the grotesque mockery of reality that unfurls around you, cancer. The languid tendrils of otherworldly terror seek to engulf you in their loathsome grasp, and only the fortress of your willpower will hold them firm. Today, elevate rationality to your only god. Seek not to fathom the impossibly ancient mysteries gestating like foul catacombs beneath the façade of your daily life, for the truth enclosed within such forbidden knowledge, once seen, can never be unseen.