Cancer, today your world may be consumed by twisted nightmares thought only to exist in the macabre minds of mad-dog slaughter-boys. A seething dread like viscera on a rusting hook hangs in your typically comforting home sphere as the moon, enshrouded in the sickly green hue of carnivorous decay, guards the night. Its cancerous glow is sure to attract entities with an insatiable hunger, spectral parasites feasting on raw fear and despair, leaving naught but shredded sanity in their wake. Do not invite terror’s embrace, nor engage in wicked curiosity’s dance, for it may gratingly strip away your emotional armour, and stand you bare to the marrow-chilling winds of horror.

Beware, dear Crab, the day’s mask of brightness may hold sinister shadows that could riddle your world with the stuff of unspeakable nightmares. Take heed; dread has a tendency to replicate itself within the human psyche like a grotesque, flesh-loving creature birthed from our blackest fears. Ambitions may mutate, relationships might bleed out under strain, and the weight of sheer terror could potentially buckle your usually robust emotional shell. Trust no one, not even yourself, as your thoughts may begin to weave elaborate, chilling tapestries of paranoid imagination filled with eviscerated dreams and grinning, blood-soaked specters. Arm yourself with optimism and wield your intuition as a weapon. Do not falter, for the darkness is not forever, take each terror-infested step as a morbid challenge, and remember, after all, this too is a part of life’s grotesque beauty.