In the cold, cold heart of this interminable night, the moon pirouettes in languid insomnia, its pallid face searing scars into the undulating mantle of the restless heavens… a phenomena of ephemeral beauty if not for the gnawing trepidation it provokes in Taurus. The bodies celestial hum with an energy arcane and unknown for the children of the Bull, hinting at uncanny machinations that lie beyond petty understanding of time and space. Beware Taurus, for shadows lengthen, enshrouding common world in a veil so opaque, light fears trespassing. Midnight tolls a dirge for plights unmet, summoning horrors hidden in folds of the enigma that is before and that is to come.

Your world, much like the castle undermined by its obstinate denizens, stands at the precipice of eerie transmutations. Culture and society, once a haven, become a seething caldron of overwhelming fear, churning out grotesque parodies of humanity entranced by the cacophony of the macabre. Obscured truths Taurus, arise from sepulcher of abandonment, clamoring for attention in a parade of haunting reveries. Dreams that were, transform into nightmares that shall be, unearthing a repressed dread so singular in its terror, it dims the moon’s beleaguered glow. This day hence, bolster not against these nightmares alone, yet eschew the proffered hand masked in friendship’s guise, for the tormentor may be the comforter in ghastly guise. A relentless pursuit awaits, Taurus, where sanity stands sole sentinel against the onslaught of the demon fear.