Leo, the stars align in grinning, cyclopean patterns, whispering tales of splintered realities just beyond the mundane veil of the everyday. The celestial bodies tracing cryptic constellations through the unlit abyss of space whisper of titanic forces stirring in your life, their unknowable directives set into motion through the mercurial puppetry of the cosmos. As a child of the sun, your radiance is amplified tenfold by these creeping shadows, making you a beacon for unnameable entities that prowl the perimeters of dreams, desiring illumination amidst the cosmic void.

Prepare, Leo, for encounters of cryptic significance and labyrinthine complexity. The dark charisma of foreign, star-touched influences that you inevitably emit, attract fortune of an ominously spectral hue. Reality may seem to contort and split at the seams, like rotting fruit dropping severe, uncanny revelations at your feet. Let the mystery blister your sanity, for the grand design is beyond mortal comprehension. Let the strangeness strengthen your courage, for the cosmic terrors that lurch forth from the nebulous murk will only recoil at your far brighter, burning ferocity.