As dawn whispers in the East, dear Leo, the known world with its predictable rhythms and discernible shapes begins to dissolve into uncertainty. The stars, dictating your fate from unfathomable vantages, seem to mutate into monstrous, gleaming eyes, peering from the obsidian veil of the infinite cosmos. You stand on the cusp of a universe where the lines between the occult and the quotidian blur, and the echoes of certain unspeakable mysteries, too ancient and profound to name, seep into your consciousness. Thus the moon, once a benevolent nightly companion, now takes on a rather diabolical hue, casting long, macabre shadows that make the familiar seem grotesque and the ordinary ghastly.

Beware, Leo, for under the influence of these ageing constellations, an ominous transformation is ordained. In every mirror, anticipate the reflection of an otherworldly specter, and every creaking floorboard in your dwelling will echo with unseen entities’ footsteps. A dream might ensnare you into a grim, tormented landscape where the wind whispers in human tongues and the trees conspire in silent terror. Remember, Leo, that horror is not always found in towering ghouls or vile curses but often in the minuscule fissures through which reality fractures, exposing you to the chilling core of existence. Hence, approach your daily life with watchfulness. Like all mementos of the cosmic charade we participate in – love, dread, joy – fear too, belongs under the canopy of human validation. This, Leo, epitomizes the dread-hued lesson of your horror-themed horoscope.