Dark omens and cryptic signs surround you, dear Cancer, as the lunar forces clotting in your twelfth house usher in an eclipse of your soul. The witching hour beckons, and a shadowed figure clad in regalia steeped in unutterable stygian mysteries might approach, incisors glistening with an insatiable thirst. The blood moon casts an ominous pallor over your ordinarily serene introspection, whispering tales of forbidden desire and terror that dare not speak its name.

Stay wary of strangers bearing opulent gifts of silken robes, antique jewelry, or velvety wines; their intentions shrouded in the mist of an eternal tragedy. Your sixth sense, usually a reliable compass guiding you offshore of life’s tempests, may flicker menacingly, its guiding light veiling its usual radiance. Brace your heart, dear Cancer, for the unseen battle waged by beings of nocturnal habits, and remember: not all that glitters in the moonlight is to be trusted.