Cancer, the creeping fog hanging thick and heavy around the edges of your reality is no mere atmospheric trick today. The crunch underfoot may seem a satisfying start to your day, but beware the fertility of the soil you walk upon. Your familiar surroundings obscure a more insidious growth beneath the surface, innocuous as the pale white fungi springing up after a heavy rain. A seed you’ve unknowingly sown is about to rupture towards light, its roots digging deep into the bedrock of your past decisions. Ensnared in an invisible network of mycelium, the unavoidable kernel of terror in your present path promises to yield both unimaginable dread and once unthinkable growth.

Remember, dear crab, to nourish your resiliency as you would a cherished houseplant. The unthinkable pull towards the depth you feel isn’t simply the call of the unknown—it’s the whispering dread, a current under the refreshing stream of the everyday, almost imperceptible, yet enormously powerful. The strange figures you’ve been glimpsing from the corner of your eye, they aren’t figments of your imagination but the embodiment of an unruly future spiraling out from the dark corners of the subconscious. Rather than shunning them, you must face these specters bravely, for their hollow eyes may well point to lessons that life is desperately trying to make you understand. After all, nightmares, too, can be an integral part of the dreaming mind.