Today dear Capricorn, somber cosmological specters linger in the constellation that birthed you from stardust. The alignment of the cold, ancient bodies let slip a vague, profound fear, alien and yet eerily intimate. Can you hear them whispering, these cryptic astral echoes? Their song mingles melancholy with grotesque anticipation, painting a landscape of profound cosmic awe that trickles down your spine in frigid rivulets of existential dread. Be wary, the universe is engaged in an enigmatic ballet, and you remain entrapped in the riotous surge of its eldritch harmony.
As Saturn, your ruler, broods ominously in its lofty vault, spectral shapes convulse within its shadow—inscrutable entities that draw ragged breath from the very fabric of space-time. In this dissonance of silence and madness, your cautious nature is your only sanctuary. Tread soberly, invest yourself in the mundane, lest the abyssal drums that echo from unknown depths lure you into their psychotic waltz. Avoid decisions that tempt the furtive laws of reality to peel back their veneer and reveal glistening layers of uncanny truth. As this day unfolds, remember; sometimes, the abyss stares back, Capricorn.
