In the strenuous maw of this direful night, Capricorn, the seamy breath of an ill fortune looms at the precipice, awaiting to descend upon the auspices of your sign. The moon, lost in its scarlet haze, prickles at your stoic nature, shrouding it in a foreboding gloom, like the pall of the grave, stirring the restive echoes of forgotten phantoms. Writ in the spectral constellations, an unseen terror takes shape, promising a dance vile and dreadful.

The indomitable goat, always steadying himself against the mountainous crags of adversity, must now cast his steely gaze towards passages obscured by dust and despair. What lurks in the sable depth of shadows strikes even the stoutest hearts with trepidation. Daggers of dread pierce your hope, fragmenting it like shattered glass. Steel your spirit, Capricorn. Ascend from the ghastly abyss. You are imperiled by malevolent forces, shaping a day of intrigue and terror, but remember: dread is but a specter beneath your command.