Capricorn, the ancient seer warns of a day fit for the dread-infused tales of yore spun by an elder’s fireside. Under the somber weight of the current celestial designs, your usual steadfast perseverance could come unmoored, as if some intangible mist of dread has descended upon you – not at all dissimilar to the inexplicable unease that accompanies a ghostly moan echoing through a lone, desolate abbey at twilight.

Peer closely at those around you, Capricorn – can you truly trust their faces to be their own, or do they wear masks as unknowable and opaque as the crypt’s chilling darkness? The Sun sinks low beneath the watery horizon, and through the ebon shroud of night tricks and half-truths weave themselves into your path like gnarled roots in an ancient, lifeless wood. Fortune may be found in the day’s challenges, should you possess the tenacity to shine a lantern’s light through the consuming gloom.