Capricorn, on this morrow characterized by vaporous shadows and a treacherous waning moon, your usual pragmatism may rally against a sense of growing unease. Figures, barely discernible, will emerge and dip back into the churning fog of your consciousness leaving behind whispers of dread and unsafe predictions. Enshrouded in this heavy atmosphere of macabre, your Saturn-ruled resolve will find itself pitted against these spectral visitors, emphasizing the irrefutable duality of your existence.

As you traverse the looming gray reality, previously benign experiences may transform into cryptic omens. The screeching wind may appear to be recounting ghastly legends of yore, the routine ticking of the wall-clock may serve as a terrifying metronome to your short-lived tranquility, and the laughter of children playing under the stark, autumnal sun may suddenly sound like a dirge meant for spring. Beware, stoic Capricorn, as today your reality may be a treacherous labyrinth, your logic a feeble candle flickering against the relentless cosmic horror.