Our amateur astrologer, undeterred by the absence of celestial bodies in his cramped apartment, turns inward for inspiration. Naked, he stands before a makeshift altar, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He chants ancient mantras, his voice echoing off the bare walls as he strokes his rigid member. The room fills with the scent of sweat and precum, the air charged with forgotten rituals and ancient lust. As he reaches his climax, he howls like a wolf under the full moon, his body convulsing as he spills his seed onto the astrological charts, marking the start of a new cosmic cycle.