Under the seemingly indifferent cosmos, a lingering malevolence stealthily prowls the celestial pathway of Taurus. As the apparently nonchalant, yet ominously veiled ballad of the stars pulls forth, today, dear bull, you may feel a gnawing sense of unease that seems to seep through the substratum of your composure. A fractal, fragmented echo of your deepest fears, distilled and undiluted, as if an ancient, undying enmity has awoken from eons of slumber. Shrouded in the chasm between the known and the unknown, remember, on this tenebrous day, that your strength is your fortress, holding at bay the spectral tendrils of terror.
Look not to the dark corners of your reality, for in them you may find surprises, grotesque in their revelations. In your eyes, even mundane alleyways and whitewashed office corridors transform into a labyrinth of a chilling saga, the ordinary shifting to the extraordinary, in the most sinister of ways. Your heart may echo the stuttering rhythm of a terrified sprint, the relentless chug of a ghastly train through the haunted landscapes of your soul. Face each tick of the clock with a shivering courage, Taurus, for the eerie shadows of today are but temporal passengers in the journey of your existence. Hold fast, endure, remember you are the Bull. The night is dark, but dawn inevitably follows — one staggering, horrifying step at a time.
