As the sun ascends in your sign, dear Sagittarius, a bloodcurdling breeze of unease starts to slither around you, foretelling the bone-chilling day ahead. The predatory stars hang in the sky like the glinting fangs of an unseen beast, ready to pounce, leaving an eerie presence that whispers ominous tales of impending gore and despair. The moon, shrouded in a dreary, spectral gloom, mocks your futile attempts to camouflage your fears, so beware, for today’s veil of reality is thin, and what lurks behind it is as bloodthirsty as it is relentless.

Your usual upbeat spirit will inevitably meet a gut-wrenching chill, as if walking down a desolate hallway plastered with bloody handprints of long annihilated hopes. Your alignments forewarn not to trust easily as people are not what they seem, hiding behind facades that are as deceiving as the quiet, seemingly innocent darkness that precedes an all-consuming terror. Guard your secrets well, sagacious Archer, for today they may be the vicious weapon that a predator needs. And remember, even the most soul-jarring screams can simmer down into a helpless whimper in the echoing stillness of a splatterpunk day like this.