Nyavotlhiem

Earth is not as it seems.   Mankind's vessels are limited. There are innumerable grotesqueries lying just beyond the scope of our senses. They haunt and hunt us, seeking us with a rabid hunger and they won't stop until they've sated their appetites. We don't know where they came from, but many are far older than us. Some are even older than our world. We don't know what they want. Their minds stretch out of human comprehension.   The more we learn about them, the less they make sense. The more we delve into their mysteries, the deeper we descend into insanity. There is nothing we can hope to gain by learning about them. All there is down here is madness.   Madness. Madness. Madness.   Are we not truly mad? Perhaps our perceptions are what make us crazy. We think the world is simple. We think that we have lives. We have to go to work, earn a decent wage, eat our meals, go to bed, repeat. Repeat! Repeat until we die and then who knows? We keep gyrating, rotating, spiraling around in the same rut, blissfully unaware--no--truly ignorant of what life really is or where it comes from. We are but the mad, idiot species, no better than rats in a lab, no greater than ants on a hill.   The more we talk, the more it infests your mind. It can sense you, you see. It can see you. It knows you. It knows your name, your favorite color, your fears. It knows everything; the dawn, the dusk, all of time at its lens. We are nothing compared to them that walk beyond our sight.   Come. Descend. Accept the madness around you. You're already insane. Take a deep breath and plunge into our mysteries, our truer Gods... our deep, cold cosmos awaits....