Cancer, this somber day is cloaked in obscure and ominous shadows beyond your comprehension. Chilly winds carry shrill whispers that pierce the eerie solitude, seeming to echo your hidden fears and dreams. The moon, your ruling celestial body, leering down at you with a ghostly pallor illuminates paths that twist and turn into the oily black abyss of uncertainty. Like dark tendrils of a creeping vine, doubts slowly ensnare your thoughts, binding you in an invisible dread that threatens the very fabric of your perceived reality.
Neglected yesterdays might show up at your threshold, inciting a carnival of your tormenting memories. The spectral specter of your past refuses to rest, knocking, ever so softly at the door of your subconsciousness, its whispers growing louder as the day progresses. Today, trust no one, not even your own reflection. Remember, a mirror can be deceiving, and the one that stares back may hold secrets darker than the twilight. When the chillingly silent hours of night approach, clutch onto your courage tightly, dear, for the walls of your home have listened, and they may have tales to tell.