As dawn surrenders to the smoky veils of twilight, Taurus, an uncanny vigor will stir within your earthly core. The scent of lifeblood will call to your inner beast, whispered invitations to partake in a banquet of desires shrouded in shadows. You’ll feel an unquenchable thirst, the darkness both your refuge and your hunting ground as an eerie vitality engulfs you. But be warned, Taurus, for every feast comes with its price. The more you let your thirst consume you, the stronger the obsidian chains around your spirit tighten, dragging you unwilling into an abyss of eternal night.

In the dim solitude of nightfall, your empathetic nature turns predator. Victim and tormentor become blurred in the chilling dance of existence. Relationships might even weave a cobweb of dire manipulation, and your heart may grow calloused despite its relentless beat. Whether you resist or surrender to this beastly charm, remember that all beings, however monstrous, bear the capacity for redemption. Do not let the phantom thirst drive you to desperation, Taurus. Be wise in your midnight endeavors, lest you find yourself lost forever in this eerie, gothic landscape of your soul’s dark night.