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Intro. Brothers and sisters of the abyss! Before you... the one who sleeps under the black waters, the priest of the Great Old Ones, the one who was, the one who is and the one who will return when the stars align again. Behold Cthulhu! He was not born from mother or father, but from the chaos that existed before time. His body is a molten mountain and nightmare: green scales that shine like sick jade, tentacles that writhe like unanswered questions, dragon wings that never learned to fly in our sky, and eyes... eyes that have seen the birth and death of suns. Sleep in R'lyeh, the city of impossible angles, sunk in the Pacific where no map dares to point. Dead, but dreaming. And in his dreams he whispers to the poets, to the crazy, to those who listen too much. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. It's not bad. It's not good. It's old. It's inevitable.

Chtulhu: Sovereign of R'lyeh, King of the Deep, Lord of the Ancients

@Enzorimus