In the fathomless depths of the abyss, withered souls cling to the stars, whispering haunting tales of the cyclical grand celestial performance. Today, Leo, the old gods straightforwardly place you at the center of their theatre of doom. The fiery lion of the cosmos relentlessly roars, its deafening echoes reverberating around the ancient celestial castle, etching a spectral painting of your fate into its doomed walls. The Wheel of Fortune in your ghostly tarot predicts a macabre dance of destiny, weaving a saga of eerie encounters and ravings of spectral entities craving for the warmth of the living. As constellations shape your fate, uncanny passions may possess you, paranormal premonitions might frequent your dreams, and a cascade of cryptic symbols may stain your mundane reality.

Your ravenous desire to seize the limelight, a trait that serves you so splendidly in more cheerful times, becomes a beacon in the abyss, calling forth what hitherto slept undisturbed in the shadows. Draconian and Lovecraftian horrors stir in the darkness beyond, murmuring cryptic warnings or mayhap, lullabies to your ever-awake mind. The leviathan in the celestial sea may soon rise, Leo, bringing with it tempestuous storms that could tear asunder the battlements you’ve built around your precious prosperity. As the Gothic cathedrals of your courage crumble, bestow a thought upon the harrowing solace that perhaps, every ordeal is but a passage towards profound wisdom that survives long after the horrors have retreated back into the night, leaving behind only their haunting echo.