As dawn breaks and Earth turns once more on her endless cycle, dear Taurus, the wheel of your fate spins in the shadowy and unspeakable halls of the unknown. The principles of nature, those same immutable laws that grant life and preserve balance, have, on this darkened day, taken a malicious turn. One who shares in the ethereal toil of Shelley would understand the murky depths from which such ominous undertakings spring. To them, your path would appear as one marked by a vigil at the edge of the abyss, transformed from the tranquility of the grazing bull into the bleak and terrifying precipice of the nightmarish unknown.

Expect, then, the shiver down your spine as the air grows cold and desolate around you, haunted perhaps by the spectre of ghastly consequence. Shadows lengthen ominously across your path today, each seeming to suggest a grotesque specter lurking just beyond the edge of vision. It is as if nature herself recoils, leaving you cast adrift on a tumultuous sea under a sky devoid of guiding stars. The creeping dread of impending doom haunts your heart, a living, monstrous dread born not of this world, but from a place of horrid darkness no earthly lantern can dispel. Navigate cautiously, dear Taurus, for this day see you stumble upon a path adorned with a sinister grace, intoxicating as it is mysterious.