Beware, Cancer, though the ebon tendrils of night strive to envelop you in its dread-opaque embrace, do not let your keen perception be bedimmed! Use the lunar energy given by your ruling celestial body, the moon, to illuminate the snaking pathway through your twists of fate. Beneath the ashen-faced moon, shadows flicker like deranged marionettes on the stone walls of your existence, nurturing the seeds of dark omens that strive to bloom into existence. Your mortal shell may shudder as cold spectral winds try to penetrate your defences, yet cling to your resolve. A nocturnal creature bathed in ethereal ligaments of obsidian whispers may too circle you, be not enticed by its silvery tongue, dear Cancer.

In the pearl-frost hours when the world seems locked in haunted slumber, cloaked figures might conspire by the flameless pyre. Manipulative forces dance in the twilight, eager to weave cobwebbed strands of betrayal and deceit. Don’t be lulled into the hypnotic waltz of fear, instead, draw upon the staunch resolve that roils within your deepest marrow. Remember, within you lies an ocean, wild and untamed, mighty enough to vanquish the looming tsunami of impending doom. When the ebony drapes of night part to reveal the grey, haggard dawn, you will stand tall amid the spectral onslaught, untouched and unyielding, dear child of the moon.