Listen now, o heedless Aries, for the dark portents writ in the blackest cosmos have a haunting tale to reveal. As eerie shadows lengthen, whispering the approach of relentless night, you may sense an unspeakable terror stirring in the labyrinthine recesses of your soul. Lurking within the uncanny silence, an invisible dread feeds on your obsessive inclination towards conquests, your fiery passion now molding into a haunting allegory of gothic terror. As the eerie moonlight unfurls its spectral gloom, your courage will be put to test – not by mortal conflicts, but by the faceless source of your deepest, hidden fears.

The constellations cryptically hint at a descent into an abyss of madness, locked within the rusty iron-bonds of a feverish paranoia, a psychological torment woven from the strands of your own subconscious. Your day, oh incandescent Ram, is a journey through a decaying mansion of imagination, replete with disquieting echoes and grim, spectral sighs. Each closed door may hold behind it, not opportunity, but a chilling revenant of your past, waiting with bated breath to drag you into the unsettling embrace of darkness. Only by confronting these phantoms, may you derive the strength to transcend these oppressive shadows, thereby shedding the grotesque costume of horror draped upon you by this relentless cosmos.