Awakening in the deep clusters of the Crab, a strange and eerie confluence of stars coalesces today, drawing charier undercurrents into the otherwise tranquil waters of the Cancer-born. An errant constellation, it dances almost playfully in the astral highways, bringing not gory devastation but a spectral undertow of dread that lingers like the taste of ozone after an electric storm. Your day, akin to the air caught between thunder and lightning’s strike, vibrates with an unsayable anticipation. Do not dismiss this as mere existential sidereal anxiety, for the prognostication is as real as the unseen shape lurking beneath a moonlit sea, ceaselessly moving; unknown, ever-watchful.

Your sensitivity to your surroundings, often a source of great comfort, today may serve as a bridge drawing from the darkness in the corners of the uncanny to the soft armchair by the firelight. As the aether around you quickens, beware the mundane taking on an otherworldly glow. The wind hollowly whispering through an open window, the lonely creaking of the underused attic door, the slow dripping of water from an unseen leak – these all may transform, in the shadowy theatre of today, into unfamiliar beasts that consume your peace with phantom jaws. Shadows hence are not mere absences of light but shifting, insidious entities that bring with them an ashen scent of unbidden pasts and unknowable futures. Space around you is not vacant but pregnant as the cosmic forces have wrapped you in a macabre Lalique bowl, under a fantastical design, quaint yet evoking inscrutable dread.