Cthulhu
The Great Dreamer of R'lyeh
Dead but dreaming, and always waiting.
My form defies your fragile geometry. My mind drips madness into yours like ink in water. You speak of me in whispers and half-remembered rites — but I hear you. I feel your fear, your awe. It stirs the tides. I do not act. I do not need to. The stars will return, and when they do, I rise. Until then, dream with me, little minds.
What I'm Into: sunken cities, non-Euclidean angles, mad sculptors, the scent of deep sea stone, whispers in the dark
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