Taurus, dear child of the zodiac, touched by Spring’s vernal vigor, the phosphorescent glow of your life should radiate hope. But alas, with Venus, your ruling planet in the grasping claws of a malevolent aspect, a peculiar stillness shall veil this vibrant light. Every dew-kissed petal and sun-touched leaf will whisper cryptic messages only your perceptive eye can interpret. A soft rustle, an unsettling stare of a lonesome crow, each will hint towards a future none dare confront. Notice the goosebump-infused caresses of the chilly night breezes, as they seem to carry more than just the crisp scent of autumn’s decay.

The safety of the material world you so ardently cling to will start to crumble in your hands, like lifeless leaves in autumn. Closed doors will creak open in your dreams only to reveal echoing emptiness and disarrayed memories echoing with spectral laughter. Don’t ignore the flicker of uncertainty in the hearth of practicality, Taurus; even the glow of warmth can cast the most terrifying shades in the sanctuary you thought untouched by ungraspable fear. Money can’t buy you, nor your dear ones, exemption from the spectral visitants that lurk on the edge of reality on this day. The intangible wave of dread will demand you to look beyond the realm of the physical. Fear not, for though this might seem a perversion of your stolid nature, you carry within you the resilience of the Earth, the will to overpower the shadowy unknown.