HIgh Priest of the Great Old Ones

October 8, 2019

We live on a placid island of ignorance

He hibernates in the depths and only dreams of awakening to the world he has lost to time

We do not dare to awaken him for his gaze would bring us demise

He seeks to cleanse the world, us humans have the inability to corollate all of its contents

Indescribable horrors, lumbering beast, he walks, reclaming what was rightfully his

The Great Dreamer has awoken

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