Cancer, you wake this day, guided not by the sun’s morning radiance, nor the moon’s gentle nocturnal glow – but by the faint, eerie twinkle of Sirius, the ever-watchful dog star. Its pale, mysterious gaze falls upon you, whispering of ancient secrets and secret places known only to the dead. Make every endeavour to heed its spectral call, for it implores caution and vigilance. A relic, forgotten by time, is destined to cross your path on this day. Be it a haunted trinket, a worn manuscript, or an odd relic from the past, resist curiosity’s cry. Consider well the lamenting voices from forgotten centuries before you seek to uncover what was intended to stay hidden.

As the day reaches its zenith, a shifting air of discomfort lays heavy, like a shroud. The humour of your colleagues takes on an unsettling, macabre quality, their laughter tinged with the ecstasy of terror typically reserved for ghostly folk motifs and chilling fireside tales. Find solitude then, dear Cancer, for, in the company of others, malevolent, unseen forces gather. Keep ablaze the hearth, let your sanctuary be bathed in warm, secure light, lest you glimpse unperturbed shadows that hunger for the mortal touch. Remember, skepticism is your armour in the face of the uncanny, and dismissive laughter may serve as your duel-wielded blade. Seek not to understand the darkness, for within its shades lie truths that can freeze the heart and madden the soul.