Dearest Aries, as the day swallows up the vestiges of night, your world will be plunged into an abyss of exquisitious anomalies that would make a catacomb seem but a child’s play. Some nameless, formless dread this way comes – carried by the whispers of the fallen leaves, hushed as death itself. Its stealthy footsteps, unheard, unseen, shadowing you at the corners of your vision, lurking in the pockets of your reality. In the clamor of life, the thin veneer of sanity will unveil its veneer little by little revealing essential horrors and grotesque truths.

The stars that carelessly tossed their indifferent gazes onto your ilk speak a grim tale – an echo of ghoulish laughter reverberates in the vacuum of forever. Perhaps, an act of bravery would serve you well- though not in your boisterous fights against corporeal creatures. This bravery must bear a different color- to sit still in paralyzing silence, and allow the uncanny spectacle to unravel itself. Embrace this day, Aries; let the curtains of the ordinary be drawn aside, and gawk at the unholy recital of your cosmic doom. Therein lies your journey, a twisted path to tread- where the rational loses hands with the empirical, where reason drowns in insanity’s wake. It takes courage, Aries, to face the phantom of yourself amidst the macabre symphony of the stars.