Ruled by the mystifying Neptune, dear Pisces, there’s a transformation lurking in today’s abyss. Your malleability, your ethereal element, your watery identity, tends to flow and change with the tides, but the alterations foreseen are significantly bone-chilling. As Saturn crosses your celestial path, your graceful fluidity shrinks back, replaced with a nauseating sense of incompleteness. Life might begin to feel as if it were a grotesque fusion of flesh on tenterhooks, with your spirit pulsating in your veins, in violent rebellion against the corporeal confinement that becomes more disquieting as the hours pass.

Amid this tormenting turmoil, a gruesome metamorphosis is set to burgeon from deep within, disfiguring not just mortal flesh, but the essence of your being. The cosmos tease at the dread-filled remodelling echoing Kafkaesque realism, where your conception of normalcy might be shattered to smithereens. As the sun sinks below the horizon, you may feel tendrils gripping your soul, gnawing away at it, forcing a gruesome transfiguration. Be not afraid, dear Pisces; for in this wretched transformation lies the path to your survival. Brace yourself, like the chrysalis awaiting its grotesque manifestation, for the world you knew is about to descend into madness, and only you can decipher if the pain of your metamorphosis will overpower your courage, or the other way around.