In the serpent-ridden shadows of Sagittarius, you find yourself clinging for breath as the cosmos lay festering with macabre entities out of time and dimension. Jupiter, your ruling planet, oscillates with a strange, alien frequency as if orchestrating the rhythm of your unspoken dread. Your journey through the celestial ether draws you closer to an abyss, studded with maneuvering constellations that writhe like tendrils from a cosmic nightmare. Embrace the cacophony of whispers in your mind; those chilling soliloquies seeded by alien celestial hosts, whispering esoteric rites from the other side of human consciousness.
Cassiopeia seems to shimmer with an ominous, chthonic glow, a sign that trials of your sanity may be inevitable today. The scent of change wafts up from your cryptic interactions with others, as the zodiac’s arrow impales the evidences of your familiar reality, skewering them like grotesque spectral canapés on a bartender’s cocktail stick. The sheer scale of cosmic horror you face illuminates the dwarf-like nature of human cognition. Resolve, then, to make your peace with the unknowable, for today in the Sagittarian calendar, knowledge may not offer the sanctuary it traditionally does, but rather fill your soul’s canvas with technicolor dread.