Ah, Capricorn, behold the dread that awaits in the entrails of the forthcoming day. The shadows coyly withdraw at daybreak, lurking about the corners of your perception, their wicked witching whispering just beyond the grasp of comprehension. A day of secrets, of half-truths and clandestine concealment looms, filled with riddles only the bravest dare to unravel. Listen closely to the symphony of your fears; it plays incessantly in the pit of your being.

The inky blackness of uncertainty slithers into your abode come twilight, in all its grotesque glory. It crouches in ambiguous silence, patient as a predator. The cipher of the day culminates, swirling into a tempest of turmoil and terror, writhing in the chambers of your vulnerable heart. Unearth the cadaverous truth hidden deep beneath the soil of deception, dear Capricorn, before the ghost of the sun’s skeletal remains gives way to the relentless, shivering nightfall. Lock your doors tight for fear is an uninvited guest that lingers long after the midnight chime.