Today, Leo, you find yourself waking upon the narrow ledge of sanity, staring into the cyclopean abyss of the cosmos where the glacial waves of forgotten fears crash against the dark rocks of the mind. Amid the eldritch stars that leer down at you from the ineffable expanse of the universe, a malevolent gibbous moon signifies a turn of tides, a whisper of ancient, alien forces awakening. Remember, in the Lovecraftian depths of this vast cosmic darkness there are entities far removed from our known reality, conforming to laws beyond the ken of the mundane world.

Navigating the labyrinth of your daily life, you may feel an inescapable sense of dread, as though some unspeakable horror from the lurid corners of eternity seeks to disquiet your earthly existence. Yet, take heed, Leo, for though the sunken cities of your subconscious threaten to rise, there is power in knowledge, in the unknown made familiar. Facing the otherworldly horror may require courage you never knew you possessed. Godspeed, Leo, for the occult path you tread today mirrors the arcane philosophy Lovecraft himself professed: that which is not dead can eternal lie, and with strange Æons, even death may die.