Cancer, the waning moon cloaks your world in spectral shadows, whispering of nameless uncertainties that lurk in the void between familiar constellations. Each star is but a feeble echo of timeless horrors, ancient gods slumbering in the chilling depths of a cosmic sea, eternally indifferent to the dread they induce in mortal hearts such as yours. These celestial husks flicker ominously, foretelling transformations that will rend and unravel the fabric of your mundane reality, sowing chaos where once lay comfort and certainty.

As Jupiter hides its baleful gaze behind a shroud of galactic nebulae, your fragile psyche will unravel, leaving you vulnerable to the insidious machinations of forces beyond comprehension. Relationships will wither, love curdle into fear, trust mutate into paranoia. This is not a curse, Cancer, but an invitation—to embrace the hideous beauty of cosmic terror. After all, aren’t the most haunting nightmares simply dreams saturated in the raw essence of the universe? Surrender to the fear, Cancer; only in acknowledging your insignificance can you truly glimpse the cryptic majesty of the cosmos.